I woke up one morning
Feeling the night deep in my bones
Shivering and mumbling
My dreams into the cold

I was lost in the prairie
Starved and thirsty from the heat
A hallucinating cowboy
Calling for rescue and relief

Mhhh I am longing for a land to call my own
It seems like I haven’t found what I’ve been looking for

In my dreams I have travelled with
A thousand versions of myself
Dressed in all kinds of colours
For me they all quite looked the same

Some they came from old countries
Searching for freedom and for Zion
Some came looking for good fortune
Others were slaughtered and enslaved

Mhhh I am longing for a land to call my own
It seems like I haven’t found what I’ve been looking for

From the shores of the beach
Through deserts, hills and creeks
They are residing in white houses
Or they are dying in the streets
They are praised for their fathers
Or beaten up for just the same
They are hailed and admired
Shot for the colour of their skin

Mhhh they‘re longing for a land to call their own
It seems like they will never find what they are looking for.