In his first hometown today his to many would be a stranger's face
The fellow who has lived in many a place
But after a few beers in at the pub he talks of the past
And of his first hometown the memories in him does last
The accent he was born into is with him today
And for as long as he does live in him it will stay
It was the wanderlust in him that brought him far south
Of the fields of the badger and waterways of the brown trout
But of the lust of the wander he will never be free
Far more of the World he is hoping to see
Though he is one from his first hometown who has travelled far and wide
The nostalgia in him it has not fully died
With a few beers in at the pub he talks of his first homeplace
Where to many today his would not be a known face.
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