And when it is Winter, the cold wind blows his hair So he hangs around the station, the station is warm This farmer from Turkey, well he's fled from his home So he walks round the city and he walks round alone But this migrant's not asking for favours, no This migrant's not asking for favours this time And this tired man he wants to rest This tired man he just wants to rest for a while It was a rotten ship journey, to get to this place On a promise of rainbows, to escape from the war He'll be sent to the mountains to work on the scheme, It will turn all the rivers away from the sea. But this migrant's not asking for favours, no This migrants not asking for favours this time He just whistles this soft tune, an old Turkish lament, And he'll take what he's given, he's gonna work damm hard til it hurts So he waits at the station, just looking around A bit tired and regretful, he just wants to go home But this migrant's not asking for favours, no This migrant's not asking for favours this time The tired man he wants to rest This tired old man he just wants to rest The tired man he wants to rest This tired old man he just wants to rest for a while For a while For a while