Oh my weary soul
Can't find no place to go
And I've traveled on the raging sea
Ten thousand pounds they asked of me
And at the whims of the men in the tall tall seats
Where they've cleared all the trees
My fate there lies in the hands of greed
While in my arms she sleeps
And now on my mountainside
Of a land so strange and quiet
Little bird on my washing line
Sing a song for that girl of mine
And I see her clear as day
When you chatter to me
Little children lining quiet
On the shore or school yard
And one day I'll swim out
To the vast blue ocean
My time will have come
And she'll take me with the setting sun
