The refugee
Pleased to meet you
I'm a refugee
From some place far away
My hair is a mess
I've got blisters on my feet
I've been walking
For at least four days
I'm looking for shelter
and a place to stay
I'm sorry I'm not able to pay
Still I can tell by your eyes
And the tone in your voice
That you'd rather see me going away
Yes I can tell by your eyes
And the tone in your voice
That you'd rather see me going away
I come in peace
I came from war
I left all my loved ones behind
I crossed the desert
And the mighty ocean
I got caught behind enemy lines
It was a hell of a ride
Somehow I survived
I'm only sixteen years old
Still I can tell by your eyes
That you don't seem to care
That I have nowhere to go
Still I can tell by your eyes
That you don't seem to care
That I have nowhere to go
You can stick your head in the ground
Immune to the world outside
Hoping that whatever happens
Will simply pass on by
And sooner than you expect
it will be knocking on your door
You will be that refugee
Washed up on some distant shore
Just like me you will be
Washed up on some distant shore
There's war in the east
Climate change
Poverty all around
I made my escape
From torture and rape
But eldorado is not easily found
I'll just hang-on and sing my song
hoping for better times
A stranger to meet
Somewhere out on the street
Telling me everything's gonna be fine
A stranger to meet
Somewhere out on the street
Telling me everything's gonna be fine
I'm a refugee
From some place far away
My hair is a mess
I've got blisters on my feet
I've been walking
For at least four days
I'm looking for shelter
and a place to stay
I'm sorry I'm not able to pay
Still I can tell by your eyes
And the tone in your voice
That you'd rather see me going away
Yes I can tell by your eyes
And the tone in your voice
That you'd rather see me going away
I come in peace
I came from war
I left all my loved ones behind
I crossed the desert
And the mighty ocean
I got caught behind enemy lines
It was a hell of a ride
Somehow I survived
I'm only sixteen years old
Still I can tell by your eyes
That you don't seem to care
That I have nowhere to go
Still I can tell by your eyes
That you don't seem to care
That I have nowhere to go
You can stick your head in the ground
Immune to the world outside
Hoping that whatever happens
Will simply pass on by
And sooner than you expect
it will be knocking on your door
You will be that refugee
Washed up on some distant shore
Just like me you will be
Washed up on some distant shore
There's war in the east
Climate change
Poverty all around
I made my escape
From torture and rape
But eldorado is not easily found
I'll just hang-on and sing my song
hoping for better times
A stranger to meet
Somewhere out on the street
Telling me everything's gonna be fine
A stranger to meet
Somewhere out on the street
Telling me everything's gonna be fine
Credits
Writer(s): Roland Staring
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