Philomena (BBC Radio 1 John Peel Session)

I've been a wild, wild rover Sailed all over the sea But this thing that makes me wonder Has made a fool of me For it took me from my childhood Underneath the stars and skies And I hear the wind whistling through the wild wood Whispering goodbye And it's home, boys, home It's home, boys, home It's home, boys, home When you're far across the foam And if you see my mother Tell her I'm keeping fine Will you tell her that I love her And I'll try and write sometime If you see my mother Give her all of my love For she has a heart of gold there As good as God above And it's home, boys, home She's home, boys, home It's home, boys, home When you're far across the foam Oh there's no place like home And if you see my old one Will you tell her I'm keeping fine Will you tell her that I love her And I'll try and write sometime And it's home, boys, home It's home, boys, home It's home, boys, home When you're far across the foam