I stood the shore at Southampton,
Salt wind in my hair, a case in my hand.
We were going to western Aus-tralia.
It made me the man that I am, I am,
It made me the man that I am.
On the crossing they called us the orphans,
They were the family that I never had,
We said goodbye at Freemantle.
And it made me the man that I am, I am,
It made me the man that I am.
Far away, so far away, sometimes I feel so far away,
but the sun is up and it?s a good fine day,
I've work to do I'll be on my way.
I don't like to talk about Fair-bridge.
What happened there I still don't understand,
These days I sleep with the lights on.
It made me the man that I am, I am,
It made me the man that I am.
Far away, so far away, sometimes I feel so far away,
but the sun is up and it?s a good fine day,
I've work to do I'll be on my way.
I stand the shore at Southampton,
It took me forty eight years to be here again
I wait for the tears but they won't come
It made me the man that I am, I am,
It made me the man that I am.