The Homecomer

With a sun-tan smoking cigarettes from another land that look so neat and smell so sweet Funny how the kids so dressed up and fine are standing in a line for the homecomer to say they look so sweet, mesasure them from head to feet The Homecomer with a strawhat showing colour-slides of a viper and a bat and where to go and where it's at Sitting drinking wine with the grown-ups by the fire telling all night 'bout the places he's been and the people there Oh, the kids would love to hear so they sneak up near I'll come home with a mind of my own and a rucksack full of secrets I can show While everyone tries to picture what the homecomer's eyes have seen A Homecomer is what I always wanted to be The Homecomer with a strawhat finds his way without a map on the countryside or in London town Looking at the children with love in his face telling them softly that When I was your age I longed to be someone like me The Homecomer with a sun-tan touches his own face with the hands of a man somethings has changed he's not the same after an appointment with a very old friend all good days must come to an end so he goes to bed and he closes his eyes I'll come home with a mind of my own and a rucksack full of secrets I can show While everyone tries to picture what the homecomer's eyes have seen A Homecomer is what I always wanted to be.