He smelt the briny ocean
When he was seventeen
Just said goodbye, cause sailors never cry
When the life ashore became no more
Than just a point of dad, he tried to realize
The words the old man said:

Son, you'll never live in Clover
But the last word's up to you
If you really thought it over
Do what you must do
Daddy, I don't know if I'm wrong
Dad, but it's there where I belong
Daddy, once I'll be back to see
If at home it's really better
Like you said to me

He sailed across the seven seas
From England to Japan
He saw all the places in the world
But somewhere in his heart
There is a start of yearning
For the land he left behind, that he adored

Son, you'll never live in Clover
But the last word's up to you
If you really thought it over
Do what you must do

Daddy I know that I was wrong
Dad I'm coming back where I belong
Daddy, those words you used to say:
That at home it's really better
- feel it every day