I was born on the coastnOne too many children in a family of ghostsnWhere my father worked the minesnOh my mother died each timenShe heard the thunder roll from the coal black earthnI grew up on my ownnWith my father passed away and my brothers fully grownnAnd they worked way undergroundnJust like every man in townnAnd they told me of the day It would be my turnnBut my window looked out on the harbournI could see the ships as they'd come in to take a loadnOh it made me want to wandernIt finally drove me to the roadnOh-ho I wandered awaynOh-ho I'll not forget that daynI would cease my wandering if I could go back homenBut if I could go back home I'd be alonennSometimes deep in the nightnWhen I'm standing all alonenThinking about my life, well their voicesnLike the wind across the seanAnd I know I had no choice, what I'd done was rightnBut my window looked out on the harbournI could see the ships as they'd come in to take a loadnOh it made me want to wandernIt finally drove me to the roadnOh-ho I wandered awaynOh-ho I'll not forget that daynI would cease my wandering if I could go back homenBut if I could go back home I'd be alonenBut if I could go back home I'd be alonenBut if I could go back home I'd be alone