Weather man on the radio

Threatens rain maybe snow

he don't know

I need blue skies

I've got to go

I'm not a cowboy, I've never been shot

I'm not a convict I've never been caught

Tell my sister

To tell my mother

I'm coming home

Home, alone

Sunday morning I boarded a plane

Leaving London England

Tell my sister

To tell my mother

I'm coming home

Home alone

Someday I'll be back again

To that green and pleasant land

Between the Channel and the sea

Across the ocean, that's where I want to be
But until then, tie me to the ground

I've got to let these weary bones rest

tell my sisiter  To tell my mother

I'm coming home

Home alone