Come out of the rain my weary friend | |
I know where you’ve been | |
I know what you’ve done | |
You suffered Behrings Rock | |
And now your welcome’s just begun | |
Welcome home, welcome home | |
Her anchor weighs heavy round your neck | |
Your senses are alert | |
The pleasure of hope destroys the fact | |
That the dull pain ever hurt | |
She knows you’re coming | |
But she’s waiting in the middle of the hottest desert | |
Goodbye hope, goodbye hope |
Come out of the rain my weary friend | |
I know where you' ve been | |
I know what you' ve done | |
You suffered Behrings Rock | |
And now your welcome' s just begun | |
Welcome home, welcome home | |
Her anchor weighs heavy round your neck | |
Your senses are alert | |
The pleasure of hope destroys the fact | |
That the dull pain ever hurt | |
She knows you' re coming | |
But she' s waiting in the middle of the hottest desert | |
Goodbye hope, goodbye hope |
Come out of the rain my weary friend | |
I know where you' ve been | |
I know what you' ve done | |
You suffered Behrings Rock | |
And now your welcome' s just begun | |
Welcome home, welcome home | |
Her anchor weighs heavy round your neck | |
Your senses are alert | |
The pleasure of hope destroys the fact | |
That the dull pain ever hurt | |
She knows you' re coming | |
But she' s waiting in the middle of the hottest desert | |
Goodbye hope, goodbye hope |