I do hear all of these songs sung to me,
And as these songs whisper in my ear I
Think of you and then that soft melody.
But a tear drops down my cheek from my eye.
Seeing you one time every lonely year.
I walk around a happy face painted.
Its not because you have deep secret fears.
Or that this true love is unacquainted
Its that I no longer live with you but,
Instead must live in a far away place.
Dreaming only of you my eyes so tight closed.
Hearing our anthem again by that band.

You're so far away a trure love of me.
A place that I greatly dear, my home town.