Credit: Peter Hammill
Date: 2009
Type: Studio
Length: 8:09
north was somewhere years ago and cold
ice locked the people’s hearts and made them old
south was birth to pleasant lands but dry
I walked the waters’ depths and played my mind
east was dawn, coming alive in the golden sun
the winds came gently several heads became one
in the summertime though august people sneered
we were at peace and we cheered
we walked along sometimes hand in hand
between the thin lines marking sea and sand
smiling very very peacefully
we began to notice that we could be free
and we moved together to the west
west is where all days will some day end
where the colours turn from grey to gold
and you can be with the friends
and light flakes the golden clouds above
west is Mike and Susie west is where I love
there we shall spend the final days of our lives
tell the same old stories well at least we tried
into the West smiles on our faces we’ll go
and our apologies to those who’ll never really know the way
we’re refugees walking away from the life
that we’ve known and loved
nothing to do nor say nowhere to stay now we’re alone
we’re refugees carrying all we own in brown bags
tied up with string
nothing to think it doesn’t mean a thing
but we’ll be happy on our own
west is Mike and Susie
west is where I love,
west is refugees home
