Tell My Sister

Weather man on the radio

Threatens rain, maybe snow

He just forecasts, he don't know

I need blue skies, I've got to goI'm not a cowboy, I've never been shot

I'm not a convict, I've never been caught

Tell my sister to tell my mother

I'm coming home, home aloneSunday morning I boarded a plane

Leaving London, England, in the pouring rain

Tell my sister to tell my mother

I'm coming home, home aloneSomeday I'll be back again

To that green and pleasant land

Between the channel and the sea

Across the ocean, that's where I want to be