Barefoot on the frozen stones
In a barren field where they left the bones
Your Mama weep and your sister moan

The burning trail has now gone cold

The riders came when the wind it drowned

The organ grinders distant sound
The people stared as they rode uptown
To the carrousel in the old playground


Where the dreamers dream in the morning light
For the thief of thieves that stole the night

In the ragged orphans midnight flight
And the home he longed for with delight


But on the worn out city square
In the echo of the county fair
It's a liquid night in the heavy air

And the music playing everywhere

And the only thing I see

Are the iron gates of eternity
And the rusted sign and the telephone line
To my home

To my home

A condemned man makes a final plea

To the judge who prays on bended knees
And the young man on a flying trapeze
Had died from his made up disease


But on the other side of town
London bridge is a falling down

In the deep dark dream oh yes I found
A river's song it brakes a silent sound


And the only thing I see
Are the iron gates of eternity
And the rusted sign and the telephone line

To my home
To my home