I'm country born, I'm county bred,
I've seen both toil and strife
I've laughed and cried, as children do,
Though I have wandered over lands
that touch the brimming foam,
I'm asking you, stranger,
point the way to my home.
When I was only seventeen,
they taught me how to fight
For freedom and for brotherhood
For all those years I spent with rifle,
I'm askin' you, stranger,
where every man is blessed
for those who work and rest
When you see my footprints
on the lonely road I roam
Don't cry for me, stranger,
I married up to settle down
I found a wife for all my life
who gave her heart to mine
But when she died so young
beneath the green grass and the loam
I'm all alone as I lie here,
But I can see the figure of a man
Though he may speak so kindly,
saying, no more will you roam
I'm asking you, stranger,
where every man is blessed
for those who work and rest
When you see my footprints
on the lonely road I roam
Don't cry for me, stranger,
No, don't cry for me, stranger,
point the way to my home you