Back Home Someday ( Le colt cantarono la morte e fu... tempo di massacro, 1966)
You left to find a pot of gold. A thousand miles you rode alone...All alone! Oh, the long and lonely way will not lead you anywhere... You'll come back home some day; You'll come back home some day.
The wind will steal your pot of gold, And fill your eyes with burning sand, bitter sand! No star will show the way and no one will hear your prayer... You'll come back home some day; You'll come back home some day.
You went away forever; You went away alone. But someone's always waiting For you... at home... today!
No star will show the way and no one will hear your prayer... You'll come back home some day; You'll come back home some day.
You went away forever; You went away alone. But someone's always waiting For you... at home... today!