this is really not my home oh where are you my lovely jenny i m afraid and all alone there is no peace for me and i m sitting in the stranger s room playing at the stranger s table shining empty like the moon there is no peace for me but in the darkness struggle cold i think about a garden valley gentle as the leaves unfold singing out along the tay distant and so far away there is no peace for me i m blinded by your city lights i wander through these fearful places the colours fade to black and white there is no peace for me and these are not the friends i know these are not their smiling faces a desert that no one should know there is no peace for me but in the darkness struggle cold i think about a garden valley gentle as the leaves unfold singing out along the tay distant and so far away there is no peace for me now i know and feel it well poor immigrants deep sunken feeling standing at the gates of hell there is no peace for me burned out by their master s greed cruel exile transportation robbed of every love and need there is no peace for me but in the darkness struggle cold i think about a garden valley gentle as the leaves unfold singing out along the tay distant and so far away there is no peace for me