"Tell My Sister" lyrics

Weather man on the radio
Threatens rain, maybe snow
He just forecasts, he don't know
I need blue skies, I've got to go

I'm not a cowboy
I've never been shot
I'm not a convict
I've never been caught

Tell my sister
To tell my mother
I'm coming home
Home, alone

Sunday morning
I boarded a plane
Leaving London, England
In the pouring rain

Tell my sister
To tell my mother
I'm coming home
Home, alone

Someday I'll be back again
To that green and pleasant land
Between the Channel and the sea
Across the ocean, that's where I want to be

But until then
Tie me to the ground
I've got to let these weary bones rest
From all that runnin' around

Tell my sister
To tell my mother
I'm coming home
Home, alone