East West 
Over the ocean 
Perpetual motion 
Travelling around 

No rest 
Singing and playing 
Night out and day in 
Doing the rounds 


What a great life this must seem !


Swelled joints 
Everything classy 
Nothing is tacky 
Only the best 


Lush girls 
Older and dying 
Sighing and crying 
"This is success !" 


What a great life this must seem !


But when I hear your voice 
Singing out 
The Bells Of Home 
Are ringing out 
And I feel all alone 
(And I think of my home) 


Cold times 
wind through the houses 
The bleakness arouses 
longing to leave 


Time flew 
I wanted to see you 
Somehow I could not do 
Because of success 


What a strange life this can be !


But when I hear your voice 
Singing out 
The Bells Of Home 
Are ringing out 
And I feel all alone 
(And I think of my home)