Текст песни Ceylon City - Cat Stevens

I'm going home, to the town where I was born.
Where little children laughed as they sang, a happy song, in the little town of Ceylon.
Ceylon City!
Ceylon City!
Ceylon City!
Ceylon City!
I got a boat, I hope it's still afloat.
With rusty sails and an old wooden oar.
It goes along, in the little town of Ceylon.
Ceylon City!
Ceylon City!
Ceylon City!
Ceylon City!
My daddy'll be waiting there.
My sister'll be combing down her silver hair.
My momma will be waiting there.
Serving lunch to my brother, but he's nowhere.
My daddy'll be waiting there.
My sister'll be combing down her silver hair.
My momma will be waiting there.
Serving lunch to my brother but he's nowhere.
Ceylon City!
Ceylon City!
Ceylon City!
Ceylon City!
Ceylon City!
My daddy'll be waiting (my daddy'll be waiting).
My sister'll be combing (my sister'll be hiding).
My momma will be serving (my momma will be serving).
My brother will be hiding (my brother will be hiding).