Young boy on the waterfront
Looking out at the sea
Ships in the distance
Where he longs to be
Throw a stone in the water
Watch the ripples disappear
Ride the wave to Africa
With the wind in your hair
The wind in your hair
The wind in your hair
And there's a map up on his bedroom wall
That he stares at through the night
And he dreams across the continents
Following the light
Onward to the west he goes
Searching out the sun
When he comes full circle
He swings around again
Swings around again
Swings around again
And the father sees a young boy
Who wears a man's disguise
And he knows that far-off freedom look
That flashes in his eyes
For he wore that look in younger days
When he was still a son
And he knows that he will lose him
When the boy becomes the man
The boy becomes the man
The boy becomes the man
And the road goes ever onward
So take it while you can
When you've done with travelling
Come home again, my son
Home again, my son
Home again, my son