Song Lyrics

I remember how you loved this holy city in the spring, oh,
Fresh flowers in market, children running in the street,
But it's changed so much, don't think you would recognise a thing,
Now it's just a red light district, an international disgrace.

Come home, come home,
You've been gone so long, come home,
Come home, oh, come home,
You've been gone so long, come home.

Papers and petitions have been piling at the door, nailed to the door,
Thieves break in at night, they say you won't be back no more, no,
Your wife is so lethargic, so scattered, and so frail, oh,
And the child who's never known you just stands at the wall and wails.

Come home, come home,
You've been gone so long, come home,
Come home, oh, come home,
You've been gone so long, come home.

Yellow ribbons 'round the olive trees you planted in the park,
Only the brave or foolish ever walk there after dark,
All around the world a table's set and there's an empty place,
Still we go through the motions, breaking bread and saying grace.

But the one's you left to run your business run it right into the ground, oh,
Each one, a law unto himself, leading followers around and around, and around,
And in the babble of the streets, amid the jostling of the crowd, yeah,
On every side, like helpless sheep, it makes me want to cry out loud.

Come home, come home,
Oh, you've been gone so long, come home,
Come home, come home,
You've been gone so long.


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