This is really not my home Oh where are you my lovely Jenny? Im afraid and all alone There is no peace for me And Im sitting in the strangers room Playing at the strangers table Shining empty like the moon There is no peace for me But in the darkness struggle cold I think about a garden valley Gentle as the leaves unfold Singing out along the Tay Distant and so far away There is no peace for me Im blinded by your city lights I wander through these fearful places The colours fade to black and white There is no peace for me And these are not the friends I know These are not their smiling faces A desert that noone should know There is no peace for me But in the darkness struggle cold I think about a garden valley Gentle as the leaves unfold Singing out along the Tay Distant and so far away There is no peace for me Now I know and feel it well Poor immigrants deep sunken feeling Standing at the gates of Hell There is no peace for me Burned out by their masters greed Cruel exile transportation Robbed of every love and need There is no peace for me But in the darkness struggle cold I think about a garden valley Gentle as the leaves unfold Singing out along the Tay Distant and so far away There is no peace for me
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