Piet Veerman Boy From Nowhere
The nights grow cold my search for gold Is leading nowhere Whichever lonely road I take It seems to go where It’s a fight to survive just until tomorrow A man’s place on earth I have come to realize Is decided by birth
So what’s the future No matter where I go I will still belong In Andalusia Where we don’t know where the next Penny’s coming from Something’s wrong
I vow to Spain I won’t remain A boy from nowhere There has to be a place for me And I must go there I don’t fantasize unlike a million others Not a man alive had to beg or steal or fight More then me to survive
So what’s the future No matter where I go I will still belong In Andalusia Here good honest men grow weak And the rich grow strong Something’s wrong
Another dawn, another Born A boy from nowhere My destiny will guarantee I’ll only go where It’s a fight to survive just until tomorrow One more mouth to feed And the way things are round here That’s the last thing they need
