| Standing on my land, I feel like a stranger. | |
| I hope you know how I feel now while I'm singing this blues.. | |
| You know that I'm strong. But I don't have the power. | |
| I must have lost it somewhere somehow along the cliffs.. | |
| At the breaks of day I fall down like the timbers. | |
| And afraid not any more wake to see the horizon neath the rainbow bridge.. | |
| Oh I roared ! oh yes! I'd been roaring out loud thunders. | |
| Till now we really need is lightening to lit the road to the mountain-ma-ma, | |
| and the old old heart.. |