Walking amongst those graves I stumbled upon yoursnYour brother being laid to rest just next doornAll those family names and all those people whonI bear resemblance to.nAt the edge of that field there’s a break in the treesnWhere you can hop onto the train tracksnFollow them where they leadnall along the coast and out of black capenYou can go a long waynLand call us homenLet’s gather roundnLet’s tell the stories that remind usnof where we’re all fromnLet’s sing the songs that our parents sangnBring us all togethernWith those family namesnHarry said he didn’t know this place anymorenChanged the lay of the land, cut into the shorenThe water’s not even fit for swimming these daysnFrom the paper mill on the baynThere’s a sold sign in the yard of Aunt Doris’ housenI guess at her age it’s too much by herselfnStill the rhubarb grows behind the garagenAnd she’s busy cooking for us allnnAs of old, every new generation has to leave this placenHead out into the world to find work that’ll paynWe’re all drawn back here inevitablynBy the land and the sean