The air that I breath, that of the UK. My young son Rory and I back in the mid 90s.
Until there’s talk that I have ceased
Each and every early morning, I’ll look to the east
East is my home, as I was born in Dundee
And my kids and grandkids live over that sea
Living in America with my wife and my youngest child
It’s not a bad life, but I always feel exiled
For my home and my clan are all over in the east
That home and my kids just keeps feeding the beast
I miss home so much and the thought doesn’t change
Oh how I wish I lived within range
Americans are so different, even their language isn’t the same
But being here in the west, the Americans aren’t to blame
My body is Scots, and so is my mind
No matter where I live we’re one of a kind
The scenery, the air, the water and my kin
If I get home before I die It’ll be a win win
I’ve travelled from very young all over the world
And through jungles and deserts I’d roam
But there’s only one place on this Earth
That I’d surely call my home
One day I’ve promised myself, I’ll return forever back east
And my loved ones and all who know me
Are invited to an unending feast
Bob Shepherd 