The Immigrant Songtext
von The Prodigals

You dream of a land of a far distant land
Where the clouds drift above
White over green grass and clover
Songs still go on
And races now won
By fellas you used to win over

They still recall days long ago
And their images go
Windows of life still adorning
They feel the night
And never can you shake
Wakes you still in the morning

You may drink when you′re dry
You may laugh 'til you cry
And the tears from your eyes keep on falling
Leave, dear, and stow
And never may you know
The spite from your heart still recalling


Your anger goes slow
There′s a fuse in a jug
Jug filled with punch
A jug filled with punch in the evening
Twirled in your hand
And never understand
Why the jar of soup leaves you grieving

You talk to yourself
Is it not you at all?
Is it a fallen star?
You can't take a breath without sighing
No logic that you know
Will never make it so
Twenty pints or so stopped you dying

You may drink when you're dry
You may laugh ′til you cry
And the tears from your eyes keep on falling
Leave, dear, and stow
And never may you know
The spite from your heart still recalling

Now you′re old, bust and grey
Living in the burnt-in the bunkers of town
Archie bunker down in the trenches
Establish a redoubt
Emirates keep out
Nostalgia encamps your defences


You may drink when you're dry
You may laugh ′til you cry
And the tears from your eyes keep on falling
Leave, dear, and stow
And never may you know
The spite from your heart still recalling

You may drink when you're dry
You may laugh ′til you cry
And the tears from your eyes keep on falling
Leave, dear, and stow
And never may you know
The spite from your heart still recalling