Don't cry for me,
stranger,
point the way to my home
I'm country born, I'm county bred,
I've seen both toil and strife
I've laughed and cried, as children do,
till the fields of life
Though I have wandered over lands
that touch the brimming foam,
I'm asking you, stranger,
point the way to my home.
When I was only seventeen,
they taught me how to fight
For freedom and for brotherhood
by cannon's fiery light.
For all those years I spent with rifle,
horse, and curry cone,
I'm askin' you, stranger,
point the way to my home
Home is a heaven
where every man is blessed
Home is a house of love
for those who work and rest
When you see my footprints
on the lonely road I roam
Don't cry for me, stranger,
point the way to my home
I married up to settle down
far from the battle line
I found a wife for all my life
who gave her heart to mine
But when she died so young
beneath the green grass and the loam
I just keep on asking,
point the way to my home
I'm all alone as I lie here,
no fire for my light
But I can see the figure of a man
in robes of white
Though he may speak so kindly,
saying, no more will you roam
I'm asking you, stranger,
point the way to my home
Home is a heaven
where every man is blessed
Home is a house of love
for those who work and rest
When you see my footprints
on the lonely road I roam
Don't cry for me, stranger,
point the way to my home
No, don't cry for me, stranger,
point the way to my home you