I want to be somewhereMining my own town with my childrenI want to see the names on their facesWatch them take their places in the war of our dayI want to work where money doesn’t inspireWith hands that don’t get tired; I want to work -Go on a walk in woods without bramblesWithout a preamble between the two of our heartsI want to be somewhere with a familyThat names you and names me as some of their ownI want to see, in the eyes of my FatherThat I’m not a bother but a delight in his eyes