Huddled in his shack, heat food and money lacked
Old walls damp and cracked like his future looking black
So he opened up the map and put his things into his pack
On home he turned his back, now he's never looking back
Cold is the wind as his big mission begins
So say hey Joe where are you gonna go?
Better row row row row row to the shore
Better heave heave ho gotta go follow the dough
Better leave lie low, stow stow away you stow
And he goes, go where the cold wind blows
Worn feet soles, one soul, one goal
Bought and sold, let him roll, let him roll to the gold
Over sand over water gotta scramble over borders
Doesn't eat like ought to and the time is getting shorter
And he thinks about his mother and his father and his daughter
Tension and the static, find a way through the traffic
Where the traffickers are at it, pretty penny for the passage
Last hours trepidation, reach his destiny his nation
Many moons staying patient, kept his dreams his motivation
And he goes, go where the cold wind blows
His mind stayed merry as he's marched out of the ferry
But the constable was scary, his demeanour contrary
Got him housed in a hostel, got him locked up in his cell
By the window sees hostilities wishing him to hell
He doesn't understand it, just go home they yell
The papers never came in this never ending game
His hopes began to drain with the never ending rain
Not welcome on these shores, fully closed remain the doors
Just staring at the floor, what does the future have in store
Feeling raw to the core getting harder to ignore
He's huddled in his shack, heat food and money lack
Old walls damp and cracked like his future looking black
So he gathered up his map and put his things into his pack
Homeward bound he's going back, he's never coming back
And he goes, go where the cold wind blows
So say hey Joe where are you gonna go?
Better row row row row row to the shore
Better heave heave ho gotta go follow the dough
Better leave lie low, stow stow away you stow
And he goes, go where the cold wind blows