I have to go away;
there is no place for me;
no matter what I say
I’ll never truly be
a member of the band,
a part within the whole,
so ever in this land
the stranger is my role.
And now the bell must toll,
so I will wave my hand
and tear away my soul
to heed the dread command.
But will I ever see
a home some future day?
Is there a place for me?
a place where I can stay?
Tale Told 