Four Years (1985)
["Four Years" is a rare "serious" song and presents a man in exile, longing for the tastes and smells of home.]
Four years in the States
and it seems more like forty years
Forty-eight months, two days and an hour
and it has all seen me heaving of heart and lung
Here too, the sun awakes
in the east of the land
and dives into the ocean in the west
in keeping with its routine
But the rebellion of my eyelids
and mutiny of my eyes
have kept me awake all night
dreaming of you
from the furthest of faraway lands
One day passes after another
and the heart yearns for its people
A yearning that grows
with each passing, degrading year
A longing for the traditions of a people
with a long history
People that fear not death
and know no despair
Here too, the perfume flows
from the flowers of spring
And God's roses grow with the desire
to please everyone
But the rebellion of my nose
has clogged up my nostrils
For I found my nose in dire need
of the smell of my mother's cooking