I had a thought I'd like to be
in a house of cheese and wine on seventeeth
I'd make friends and company
With the local bourgeoisie
And wouldn't mind
But something brings me back here
To this plainish life of work and words and beer
Once my father told me
Son
You were made to fall back home
And there you are
So I won't apologize for f*cking glory
I will ring my copper bell and not be sorry
And if all I had to tell was a simple story
Well, I've seen beauty as it was
That's without worry
The rich and fancy folk I've come to meet
They end up boring me to death before they speak
And I'll certainly concede
They can't shake life like me
Not if they tried
So I won't apologize for lacking glory
I will ring my copper bell and not be sorry
And if all I had to tell was a simple story
Well I've seen beauty as it was
That's without worry
And now I'll say it proud
It's comforting somehow
That I've been given all the lot I'd be allowed