Well, the streets round here, they know my name
But like my father before me, I don't belong to them
All these empty fields and the railway station lines
Those car, their headlamps they wave, as I'm passing by the broken down arcades
All these empty field and railway station bars
Well, I can't go
I'm afraid to stay
But I think one day
I'll take my leave
And, out by that old house where I was born
There runs a gravel path that leads to my old home
And I know the way, like I know my love
My mother stands in the garden in the cold
Holding in her hand a flower, a rose
As the winter comes I know that my father will hold her close
Well, I can't go
I'm afraid to stay
But I think one day
I'll take my leave