"Wonderful Country (A Proposition Of Prepositions)" lyrics

This is a wonderful country
So much of everything
I can't imagine anyone hungry
For these crumbs from home that I bring
The only thing I seem to write these days
Are letters back home to you
I guess I'm a writer, a dreamer I know
Here is one I want to come true
This dream I have that keeps me hanging on
When our letters get crossed in the mails
Is to wake up at home in the house on the shore
With you by my side in Wales
With you by my side in Wales

This country is full of wonders
And one of them has to be me
It's here where the poet plunders
For ten times the usual fee
I don't know where all the money goes
I seem to have so many friends
But I came over here with nothing
And that's how I'm leaving again
This dream I have that keeps me hanging on
And beside it everything pales
Is to wake up at home in the house on the shore
With you by my side in Wales
With you by my side in Wales

This dream I have that keeps me hanging on
And beside it everything pales
Is to wake up at home in the house on the shore
With you by my side in Wales
With you by my side in Wales

This is an amazing country
They make you feel so grand
Whenever you're in their company
Pouring you drinks and shaking your hand
The real truth comes hard in a hotel room
With no phone and an empty bed
And my hands keep on shaking, and I feel so small
And nightmares fill my head
And the dream I have that keeps me hanging on
When this train nearly leaves the rails
Is to wake up at home in the house on the shore
With you by my side in Wales