I've often thought about The men where I came from And times ago Their sons, these days, are found In US and Britannia care And as I think about, In my mother's eyes I look and see the story there It's a knowledge of beauty in these days rare Go west, go west young man West of hollow words and all that lies there Go west, I'II sing an air For all the previous Wild black curly hair For what use is anything If I don't have the wisdom and warmth Of my past generations If I need strength To take bad on, I just look back to where I came from. I look back where I came from I've had respect, money and love, I've denied my beautiful heritage Gone away from my roots and come back home again I gave away my individuality And listened to the "now" generation When really I'm not one of those But love has brought me closer to the truth and right now I couldn't be any closer To love your father is a fulfilling thing My national pride is a personal pride
