Hand Me Down by The Fernweh Lyrics

Old man sits alone at home
In a Northern town
Opens up his only book
He gets a few drinks down
A few drinks down
A few drinks down

I feel an empty longing
My sorrows do I drown
I feel an empty longing
My sorrows do I drown

Saw eastern fires burning
And riches in the north
But the [?] breezes brought me
To Jamaica's shores
To Jamaica's shores

A white man soon got rich there
And ruled just like a king
Took up and cast off many queens
Despised their suffering
Their suffering
Despised their suffering
Old man sits alone at home
TV turned up loud
Who is this dreadlocked young man
With hand held to his brow?
To his brow?
Hand held to his brow?

A gasp came from the old man's lips
His drink fell to the ground
A gasp came from the old man's lips
His drink fell to the ground

Old Man Marley sits at home
In a Northern town
Through his streaming tears
He clasps his knitted brow
His knitted brow
Clasps his knitted brow

'Oh, my son, what have I done?
You make an old man proud.'
'Oh, my son, what have I done?
You make an old man proud.'

'Til now I've been living
As a hand-me-down
Do you wear the mask of greed
Or the thorny crown?