East west, over the ocean   Perpetual motion, traveling around   No rest singing and playing   Night out and day in doing the rounds      What a great life this must seem      Swelled joints, every thing classy   Nothing is tacky, only the best   Lush girls, older and dying   Sighing and crying, 'This is success'      What a great life this must seem      But when I hear your voice singing out   The bells of home are ringing out   And I feel all alone   (And I think of my home)      Cold times a wind through the houses   The bleakness arouses a longing to leave   Time flew, I wanted to see you   Somehow I could not do because of success      What a strange life this can be      But when I hear your voice singing out   The bells of home are ringing out   And I feel all alone   (And I think of my home)