The Immigrant by The Prodigals Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You may dream of a land, of a far-distant land
Where the clouds drift above
White over green grass and clover
Do the songs still go on are the races now won
By fellows you used to win over
Do they still recall those days long ago
Are their images those the windows of life still adorning
Do they feel that ache that you can never shake
That wakes with you still in the morning
[Hook]
You may drink when you're dry
You may laugh till you cry
And the tears from your eyes keep on falling
For Lethe it runs slow, and never may you know
Respite from your heart still recalling
[Verse 2]
If anger glows slow there's a fuse in a jug
A jug filled with punch
A jug filled with punch in the evening
There's the world in your hand, who can ever understand
Why the jar or two leaves you grieving
Do you torture yourself, is it not you at all
Is it others' fault instead
You can't take a breath without sighing
There's no logic that you know, that can ever make it so
But twenty pints or so stops you dying
[Hook]
You may drink when you're dry
You may laugh till you cry
And the tears from your eyes keep on falling
For Lethe it runs slow, and never may you know
Respite from your heart still recalling
[Verse 3]
Now you're old, vast and gray
And living in the ‘burbs
In the bunkers of town
Archie bunkered down in the trenches
You've established your redoubt
Immigrants keep out
Nostalgia and cops your defenses
[Hook]
You may drink when you're dry
You may laugh till you cry
And the tears from your eyes keep on falling
For Lethe it runs slow, and never may you know
Respite from your heart still recalling
You may dream of a land, of a far-distant land
Where the clouds drift above
White over green grass and clover
Do the songs still go on are the races now won
By fellows you used to win over
Do they still recall those days long ago
Are their images those the windows of life still adorning
Do they feel that ache that you can never shake
That wakes with you still in the morning
[Hook]
You may drink when you're dry
You may laugh till you cry
And the tears from your eyes keep on falling
For Lethe it runs slow, and never may you know
Respite from your heart still recalling
[Verse 2]
If anger glows slow there's a fuse in a jug
A jug filled with punch
A jug filled with punch in the evening
There's the world in your hand, who can ever understand
Why the jar or two leaves you grieving
Do you torture yourself, is it not you at all
Is it others' fault instead
You can't take a breath without sighing
There's no logic that you know, that can ever make it so
But twenty pints or so stops you dying
[Hook]
You may drink when you're dry
You may laugh till you cry
And the tears from your eyes keep on falling
For Lethe it runs slow, and never may you know
Respite from your heart still recalling
[Verse 3]
Now you're old, vast and gray
And living in the ‘burbs
In the bunkers of town
Archie bunkered down in the trenches
You've established your redoubt
Immigrants keep out
Nostalgia and cops your defenses
[Hook]
You may drink when you're dry
You may laugh till you cry
And the tears from your eyes keep on falling
For Lethe it runs slow, and never may you know
Respite from your heart still recalling