where melati grows I want to roam
and the shade of the trees I call my home
but the traces of my father's house
are overrun by green
and I'm livin' with the memory of
of a place I've never seen
where the sun always shines I want to be
where the mystics of men are movin' me
but I'm a child
of the wind and rain
on the shores of a cold sea
and I'm stuck here with the traces of
of a place I've never been