Emigrant.

The light is dim

and the night is cold

as i board this plane 

to take me home

Ive been out here

for many years

ot toil of love 

of sweat and tears

Ive lived ive loved 

ive laughed and cried

I cant complain 

ive had my life

But now im bent

and grey and old

My body aches 

i feel the cold

Now i just dream

of days gone by 

now i return home

to die.