(Words & Music: Trad. Arr. Peter Millward)
©2009 Drum Music Limited

Oh to be back there, where the whole thing started,
on Electric Road, for just one night.
I would swim over the coldest harbour, the deepest ocean,
to be by your side.
But the sea is wide and I can't swim over,
and neither have I wings to fly.
I wish I could find me a handy boatman,
to ferry me over, and back in time.

My childhood days bring back sad reflections,
of happy times, spent so long ago.
My boyhood friends and my own relations have all passed on now,
like the melting snow.
I spend my days in endless roaming,
soft is the grass, and my bed is free.
Oh to be home now, where the whole thing started,
on that long road down to the salty sea.

And in Happy Valley it is recorded on a marble stone as black as ink:
"All that I did, it was all for her". But these days, all I do is drink.
I'm drunk today, and I'm seldom sober, an aimless rover,
from town to town.
I am so weary, my days are numbered,
I'll say goodnight, and lay me down.