Down And Out And Far From Home - Nana Mouskouri

The wind blows chilly, my bag is empty

The road runs narrow and it’s full of holes

I’ve seen fine cities, and fields of plenty

But none so lovely as the ones at home

And home is far, far across the ocean

My house is nothing more, now, than a song

Oh, come kind brothers, and sing a song for me

It’s been a long long time that I’ve been gone

I’ve traveled here and I traveled yonder

I’ve journey far and wide and up and down

But still the pathway is love to wander

Winds down the starry field

My friends are far far across the ocean

If they’ve forgotten me, It’s only fair

Oh come, kind brothers, we’ll send the dove to them

And we will drink good health to them and theirs

The wind blows chilly, my bag is empty

Though fortune smiled at me a time or so

There’s no denying she’s a fine lady

It’s your own doing if you let her go

And free’s the grass (Ahh…) and sweet grows the jasmine

Though hard times often last a lenghty spell

The sky is light now… the morning’s risen

Oh, come, kind brothers, now, bid me farewell