In the cities of a hundred foreign lands
Not one word of pity
Or a helping hand
I watch them as they pass me by
To a place called home
They all have somewhere that belong to them
But me I have drome

Tell me where shall I go?
There is no place for me
Where to go? Where to go?
Every door is closed to me

To the left to the right
It's the same in every land
There is nowhere to go
And it's me who should know
Won't you please understand?

Now I know where to go
Where my folks proudly stand
Let me go, let me go
To that precious promised land

No more left no more right
Lift your head and see the light
I am proud can't you see?
For at last I am free
No more wandering for me

Won't you please understand?

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