I've often thought about    The men where I came from    And times ago    Their sons, these days, are found    In US and Britannia care    And as I think about,    In my mother's eyes I look and see the story there   It's a knowledge of beauty in these days rare    Go west, go west young man   West of hollow words and all that lies there    Go west, I'II sing an air    For all the previous    Wild black curly hair    For what use is anything    If I don't have the wisdom and warmth    Of my past generations    If I need strength    To take bad on,    I just look back to    where I came from.    I look back where I came from    I've had respect, money and love,    I've denied my beautiful heritage   Gone away from my roots and come back home again    I gave away my individuality    And listened to the "now" generation   When really I'm not one of those    But love has brought me closer to the truth and right now   I couldn't be any closer    To love your father is a fulfilling thing    My national pride is a personal pride