Archie Roach Far Away Home
Far away in another life,
I walked my land proud and free.
Far away from my other life, searching, I roam.
Far away home.
Far away in those distant lands,
Life's hard but living is good.
There the hunt leaves no blood on my hands.
There I would roam.
My far away home.
Where the sun warms the deepest fold,
And the rains sleeps on rocks so old,
And the night falls and stories told,
I'd like to be wandering free.
But they don't know the pain in me
'Cause they can't know what I can see.
I'm surrounded by misery.
I'd like to be always free.
Far away home.
Far away in another land
I walked; my soul, proud and free.
Now I'm torn from that distant land.
I'm going home.
