Days, Months, Years

He crossed the sea when he was 14
Just coins in a pocket and a place to sleep
Nothing but his hopes and dreams
And a whole lot ahead of him

He found some work on the hull
He sends money home when he could
He said he won't be here too long
One day soon he'll return

Days turn into months turn into years
People come and go, but you're still here
You still dream of going home some day
One day, you'll spread your wings and fly away

He saw the sights of London town
With a wave at his back and a shovel in hand
Earning money here and there
But never enough for a boat fare

He settled down and found a wife
Before you know it, kids arrived
They grew up quick and so did he
Now going home is just a dream

Days turn into months turn into years
People come and go, but you're still here
You still dream of going home some day
One day, you'll spread your wings and fly away

Days turn into months turn into years
People come and go, but you're still here
You still dream of going home some day
One day, you'll spread your wings and fly away

Days turn into months turn into years
People come and go, but you're still here
You still dream of going home some day
One day, you'll spread your wings and fly away