Besedila:
Na Roblek

I'm comin' home, I've done my time Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine If you received my letter telling you I'd soon be free Then you'll know

Forced to scorch at the stake of humanity Our heavy skulls and cumbersome bodies fastened by straps of fear and mediocrity Anchored and confused Confused

The Oak [M/L: Jevo] ThereA's a place in the wood Where The Oak has been there through the ages On its bark magic runes Written by the old wizards and

Look out into the freeway eyes of the party. Look out into the dark spring sky at the party. You'd rather be anywhere than with this guy at the party

Ohh, pick up flutes and fiddles A new tune is beginning A melody forsaken On the chords of our elders song Each note is telling a story A fragment of

The path to home seemed so strange Fades trees in twilight Many things he remembered has changed New people stared him like a ghost He rode across the

TIE A YELLOW RIBBON 'ROUND THE OLD OAK TREE Writers L. Russell Brown, Irwin Levine I'm comin' home, I've done my time Now I've got to know what is and

Deep was my anguish for these words They froze my blood and chained my soul The master had spoken, the truth, not any lies The devil gives and evil takes

TIE A YELLOW RIBBON ROUND THE OLD OAK TREE WRITERS RUSSELL BROWN, IRWIN LEVINE I'm comin' home, I've done my time Now I've got to know what