Smith & Dragoman Exile
Your life is exile, sorrow and banishment
Homeless and weary, You walk through the snow
Four months the journey, from Tehran to Baghdad
They thought they could rid You, but what did they know
Ten years in Baghdad, Your message would take hold
Rise up the leaders, they're losing control
A word from the sultan, now You must leave here
To Constantinople, You do as you're told
Chorus
Locked behind walls, and veiled from the world
No exile would darken Your light
For forty years You were under decree
Why they never looked into Your eyes?
One thousand miles, the sun unforgiving
No rest for weariness, the pain You endure
Arrival in Turkey, but soon they will fear You
To Adrianople, Your intentions are pure
Chorus
Five years in that land, countless afflictions
Attempting to stop you, Your cause it will grow
One final exile, a prison of darkness
Journey to Akka, again You must go