Migration - Tom Adams
Lyrics by：Tom Adams
Composed by：Tom Adams
In the night
I dream of home
A place that have come to lost
Forget about the time that ring
Remember the jerk that go through the days
And I will follow the birds to the sea
As all the thousands of birds the fish
Fly on
I dream of home
You and I
We built this place
With our hans and from our hearts
As we watch the first stone falls
A memory began to fade
And I will follow the birds to the sea
As all the thousands of birds the fish
Fly on
Dream of home
And I will follow the birds to the sea
And watch them circle about the beach
