Thousands of feet march to the beat It's an army on the march Long way from home Paying the price in young men's lives It's an army in despair Knee-deep in mud Stuck in the trench with no way out What's the price of a mile?

We are slaving down here in Babylon They took us away from our homeland And we are slaving down here in Babylon For the Black Starliner which is to come We want, we want to go They are waiting on an opportunity Not long Jah Jah Jah Jah not long I meekly

I want to lock you up inside my heart What do I do to lock you up inside my heart? I always wanted you, sometimes it's hard I wanted you from the start I'm in your head It's a long way home, but I'm making my way With so many things still left to say I

Guarding the skies of the isle Fighter pilots in exile fly over foreign land Over the battlefield brave men long way from home Few are the chosen ones sent to the sky to die In the skies above the isle, Aces in exile prevail From near and far they

Held on to hope like a noose, like a rope God and medicine take no mercy on him Poisoned his blood, and burned out his throat Enough is enough, he's a long way from home Days of my youth wasted on a selfish fool Who ran for the hills from the hand you

Maybe I'll find on the way down the line That I'm free, free to be me. Black night is a long way from home. Black night is not right, I don't feel so bright, I don't care to sit tight. I don't need a dark tree, I don't want a rough sea, I can't feel, I

When the memory leaves you Somewhere you can't make it home When the morning comes to meet you Waking light, it grew from the shadow Brace yourself to the morning low Night is gone, long way turning You've waited long enough to know Lay me down in waking

You better watch your happy home. That's evil, evil is going on wrong. I have warned you brother, It's a long way from home, Can't sleep at night. Call on your telephone Something just ain't right. I want to warn you brother, You make it to your house,

You know I hobo'd, hobo'd, hobo'd, hobo'd Hobo'd a long, long way from home, oh Lord When I first thought to hobo'in, hobo'in I took a freight train to be my friend, oh Lord You know my mother, she followed me that mornin', me that mornin', that mornin'

Lady Pearl in jail lady Pearl in jail Mama love I'm on my way don't you cry You'll rise You'll fight Went along the mountain side I'll make it just in time A letter from her mother now dying in her bed Get on home quickly with the medicine No money in