Tell My Sister

Weather man on the radio
Threatens rain, maybe snow
He just forecasts, he don't know
I need blue skies, I've got to goI'm not a cowboy, I've never been shot
I'm not a convict, I've never been caught
Tell my sister to tell my mother
I'm coming home, home aloneSunday morning I boarded a plane
Leaving London, England, in the pouring rain
Tell my sister to tell my mother
I'm coming home, home aloneSomeday I'll be back again
To that green and pleasant land
Between the channel and the sea
Across the ocean, that's where I want to be