Besedila: Guess Who. Nobody Knows His Name.

Nobody knows his name
Starting it over is never the same
Nobody knows his name
They just might someday

Pullin' up stakes 1893
County Cork in Ireland, way across the sea
Future made of dreams, wishes and a prayer
Knowing soon the one he loves will join him there

Over and over now he dreams of his bride to be
Over and over he prays that the life
They find is what he hoped it would be

Through the good and bad he stayed to make a stand
Things are never easy in a virgin land
Gettin' every day proud as he can be
Caring and providing for his family

Year after year he works to give them everything he can
Year after year he works so
He'll never have to be someone else's man

Nobody knows his name
Starting it over is never the same
Nobody knows his name
They just might someday