My Love Is in America (Live)

to this place with my working hands,
Sea crossing turn my inside,
Left to the sound of the marching band,
We sail at the change of the tide.

When I saw Mary my father said,
He was sailing across the deep blue,
Brighter new days in a promised land,
She would be going there too.

So I keep her in my mind,
There's a picture on my wall,
Oh, my love is in America,
My love could be anywhere at all.

Oh how we cried on that darkest night,
Everyone leaving the land,
The old generation just sitting tight,
And all of us young bucks with plans,

I'm using the name of another man,
To get a job here for more pay,
I'll walk these strange streets for a better life,
London's the place so they say,

And I keep her in my mind,
There's a picture on my wall,
Oh my love, she's in America,
My love could be anywhere at all.

Anywhere at all...

The music's the one thing that's traveled well,
We meet up and play from our soul,
The kitchen, the work yard, and the seven bells,
Gives us a glimpse of our homes,

Maybe I'll make it to New York state,
Maybe I'll just up and go,
Maybe I'll get back to my hometown,
See if there's work, I don't know.

I sent many a letters to no avail,
Her silence is deafening to me,
Maybe she lives with another man,
Crossing the new country,

Till I know,
I keep her in my mind,
There's a picture on my wall,
Oh, my love is in America,

My love could be anywhere at all.