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.