Back to the Roots

BACK TO THE ROOTS

Back to the roots,
back to the country
where I was born
many years ago.
Looking for friends
if they´ll remember
with open arms,
Jim and Joe.


Never have a home,
a wife who waits for me,
never have a place
where I can stay.
Never have a house
Where children playin´,
went in the past
a distant way.


Never have a home,
where lives a love for me,
never have a room,
a heartful voice.
Never have a farm,
where waits a fellow,
took in the past
a foolish choice.