(Today, today)
By God, I'd love to love it here, the only home I've known
And sure, I'd miss the evening mist and glistening cobblestone
But it gets late at ten to eight and leaving's in my bones
I've yearned for years to run from here to meet a brighter sky
To leave awhile this fading isle where good things learn to die
But saying this, I'd be remiss to think I wouldn't cry
By God, I'd love to love it here, the only home I've known
I'd miss the cold and sayings old and glistening cobblestone
But it's our way to never stay and leaving's in my bones
