歌词
Do-uh-uh-uh-uh
Do-uh-uh-uh-uh
Do-do-uh, uh-uh, hu-hu-hu
By the foot of a mountain lives an old man
Who sits all day and hopes things will come his way
And the first time ever I passed by his way
He called me, "Son, come on over here"
He said, "Although you may not know me
But deep down, something tells me
That you're just going astray
So, relax here and hope love will pass your way"
Do-uh-uh-uh-uh
Do-uh-uh-uh-uh
Do-do-uh, uh-uh, hu-hu-hu
Do-uh-uh-uh-uh
Do-uh-uh-uh-uh
Do-do-uh-uh, uh-uh, hu-hu-hu
Though I try to live good among by brethren
They always act as if they can't accept it
And so now I'm tired of being treated this way
I've got to return where I know love will pass my way
So, when I reach home I shall sing a song
Of love to you
To you, to you
To you-uh-uh-uh
Written by: Dennis Brown
