East west
Over the ocean
Perpetual motion
Travelling around

No rest
Singing and playing
Night out and day in
Doing the rounds

What a great life this must seem !

Swelled joints
Everything classy
Nothing is tacky
Only the best

Lush girls
Older and dying
Sighing and crying
This is success !

What a great life this must seem !

But when I hear your voice
Singing out
The bells of home
Are ringing out
And I feel all alone
(and I think of my home)

Cold times
A wind through the houses
The bleakness arouses
A longing to leave

Time flew
I wanted to see you
Somehow I could not do
Because of success

What a strange life this can be !

But when I hear your voice
Singing out
The bells of home
Are ringing out
And I feel all alone
(and I think of my home)