Well, I was just a little thing
Left out in the wood like a wild beast
Now I'm a man full-grown with a family
There's no place in this world for me

Kingdom, where do you lay?
I've been riding that crooked weed from a long way away
And I saw that evening star turn tail in the Milky Way
Run like a rabbit on hunting day
And I had to find my own way

Father Sky if you're listening
Please send a sign or make the trees bend
The road is pretty wide but it seems to me
All of us are bound to be free

Mama, don't you cry for me
Just about twenty miles from the gate to the city
When I do arrive, gaunt as a willow tree
How do you think they'll welcome me?
Oh, how do you think they'll welcome me?