At Home with the Exiles

Across the Atlantic he did fly
Left old Scotland, he knew not why
Never dreamt that he'd say goodbye
Didn't plan to be an Exile

He landed in Amerikay
For just a year or so to stay
But he's still living here today
Happy among the Exiles

His only homeland is six foot high
For its independence he will die
No matter where his feet may fly
He'll be at home with the Exiles

Between two places your self can get torn
The place you live and the place that you were born
For one you knew, and one seems so foreign
When first you became an Exile

So many trips there he's made back
To enjoy the music and the craic
But each time his bags he repacked
And gone on home to the Exiles

His only homeland is six foot high
For its independence he will die
No matter where his feet may fly
He'll be at home with the Exiles

And his amigo from the Andes high
A samba or a cuica can bring tears to his eye
But his team, and his wife, and his son who'll grow high
Will keep him happy as an Exile

And the fiddler mannie frae Aberdeen
Makes his living on an IBM machine
But he never forgot the Borders where he'd been
Before he became an Exile

Their only homeland is six foot high
For its independence they will die
No matter where their feet may fly
They'll be at home with the Exiles

For there's good thing here, and there's good thing there
There's love, food, and music everywhere
And there's always friends with these things to share
If you enjoy your life as an Exile

For narrow national pride is for a mind that's small
I'm only too happy to have these friends all
And find the true meaning of International
Everyone is an Exile

My only homeland is six foot high
For its independence I will die
No matter where my feet may fly
I'll be at home with the Exiles

Our only homeland is six foot high
For its independence we will die
No matter where our feet may fly
We'll be at home with the Exiles
We'll be at home with the Exiles
We'll be at home with the Exiles