came over in twenty -three
Worked like a dog for a couple of years
and he worked on the railways
He worked till his back was gone
Moved in and paved the lawn
Young, blonde and blue -eyed girls
Soon enough there were grandkids comin'
They were fair and blue -eyed too
To him they all looked the same
Sicilian blood flowed through their lives,
you'd only know it by their last name
he never talked about going home
He told me once the reason why
He outlived his wife Maria
And for a long time after
He was lost for what to do
He'd sit alone at the window
So I didn't see him much anymore
Unless he happened to wait
Still he never talked in his native tongue
He never talked about going home
He told me once the reason why
I went up north for a two -week spell
And to my surprise, when I came home,
I found his place was sold
I called the other neighbors
to find out where he'd gone
They said he packed up and just went back
And he never talked in his native tongue
He never talked about going home
He told me once the reason why
And he never talked in his native tongue
He never talked about going home
He told me once the reason why
He said, home's not where you're born