Far Away Places

Far away places with strange-sounding names
Far away over the sea
Those far away places with strange sounding names
Are calling, calling me.

Flying to Cairo or maybe Amman,
Seeing Rammstein on the way;
Those far away places I've been reading about,
And it’s free thanks to the CIA.

Maybe to Poland; I just can’t control
This restless urge to roam;
Prestwick on the way, and you don’t have to pay,
And they even collect you from home.

Perhaps it’s Damascus; I’m dying to ask;
There’ll be bars and bright lights I will see;
Those far away places with strange sounding names
Are calling, calling me.

My joy is complete; the baths are ensuite;
And thanks to the land of the free,
Those far away places with strange sounding names
Are calling, calling me.

Les Barker, December 2005

You can find out more about Les Barker by visiting his web site www.mrsackroyd.com

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