Sam's Song

Words © 1987 by Zander & Soren Nyrond
Music by Zander Nyrond
 
Well, it’s after hours down in Harry’s bar, and the evening has just begun,
And Maclvor is telling all over again how he nearly fell into the sun,
And the droid in the corner is getting well oiled, and the Wookie has let down his hair,
And I’m sitting alone on a 49 bus and I’m wishing that I was there . . .

    (Chorus)
    I’ll have one more photon torpedo, Harry, and make it a litre or more,
    And if I should happen to fall off my seat, just let me slip to the floor,
    ’Cause it took me too many years to come, but I’m where I wanted to be;
    Home is the Hunter, home from the hill and the sailor, home from the sea . .

And it’s outward bound on a Nyrond ship, and the warpdrive is coming apart,
And that damn Vigilante is back on our tail, and we’ve only got five minutes start,
And the planets around here all have us on file and they’ll grab us as soon as we land,
And I’m sitting alone at a barrister’s desk and I’m watching life slip through my hand...

    (Chorus)
    I’ll have one more try at the warpdrive, Zander, and then we’ll work out what to say,
    And although my life is in deadly danger, I feel that I’ve lived for this day,
    ’Cause it took me too many years to come, but I’m where I wanted to be;
    Home is the Hunter, home from the hill and the sailor, home from the sea . . .

(instrumental break)

Well, it’s peaceful down here in the Library, and I’m reading of h’Ellen and Jet,
And Kirk and the Seven are all on their way, and a Nyrond is never in debt,
And my friends are around me and so are my foes, but no-one’s for fighting today,
And I’m standing alone on the top of this hill, and it’s only inches away . . .

    (Chorus)
    I’ll read one more page of my oldest book, the one that I know and love best,
    Then I’m for my bed and my mind for its roaming while everything’s lying at rest,
    ’Cause it took me too many years to come, but I’m where I wanted to be;
    Home is the Hunter, home from the hill and the sailor, home from the sea . .

    (repeat last two lines of tune for next two lines of words)
    Yes, it took me too many years to come, but I’m where I wanted to be;
    Home is the Hunter, home from the hill and the sailor, home from the sea . .
    Home from the sea.

 

Last updated 01/05/21 / Steve Macdonald