with a sun-tan

smoking cigarettes from another land

that look so neat

and smell so sweet



Funny how the kids so dressed up and fine

are standing in a line

for the homecomer to say

they look so sweet,

mesasure them from head to feet



The Homecomer

with a strawhat

showing colour-slides of a viper and a bat

and where to go

and where it's at



Sitting drinking wine with the grown-ups by the fire

telling all night 'bout the places he's been

and the people there

Oh, the kids would love to hear

so they sneak up near



I'll come home

with a mind of my own

and a rucksack full of secrets I can show

While everyone tries to picture

what the homecomer's eyes have seen

A Homecomer

is what I always wanted to be



The Homecomer

with a strawhat

finds his way without a map

on the countryside

or in London town



Looking at the children

with love in his face

telling them softly that

When I was your age

I longed to be

someone like me



The Homecomer

with a sun-tan

touches his own face

with the hands of a man

somethings has changed

he's not the same



after an appointment

with a very old friend

all good days must come to an end

so he goes to bed

and he closes his eyes



I'll come home

with a mind of my own

and a rucksack full of secrets I can show

While everyone tries to picture

what the homecomer's eyes have seen

A Homecomer

is what I always wanted to be