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Well I was born without a name
Beyond the cold green hills
of North Thumberlin Strait
My great-grandfathers of Port Hood
Are all dead and gone, moved away

And I'm another motherless son
Chasing the stars through the sky
Until I find my home to rest
And finally say goodbye

And why do you turn me away my love?
For too long I've been wondering
It's an ancient wind
that blows me back across
The Straits of North Thumberlin

And I'm another motherless son
Chasing the stars through the sky
Until I find my home to rest
And finally say good-bye