By the cliffs of ?the hoya?
Far from my troubles, is the strangest fog I've ever seen
Appeared upon the water
Covered the ocean
Called to me just like a dream
Oh you don't have to say a word
Every traveler knows
Like the wise migrating bird
We go where summer goes
Oh my brother how I wish I was there on the porch with
the boys and a bottle today
Well you know my head is so full of trouble sometimes
Nah-nah nah-nah hey hey hey
Oh you don't have to say a word
Every traveler knows
Like the wise migrating bird
We go where summer goes