The Troubadour - Paddy Goes to Holyhead, Mark Patrick

The yellow fields of Hungary were beautiful to see

I thank them for discovering my sunflower allergy

Spent the night in an empty cabin in the Finnish heath

Was welcome, but I needed bug-spray even on my teeth

When I arrived in Athens, I called on my first flame

The Lady’s married, got three kids and doesn’t know my name

Every Frenchman knows the Louvre and the Eiffel Tower, too

But I couldn’t get directions to the new George-Pompidou

I’m a Troubadour at a Taxistand looking for the perfect home

I wanna find that Never-Never Land

No matter where I have to roam

From Marseilles up to Mailand via Moskau to Stockholm

I’m gonna find that Never-Never Land

No matter where I have to roam

The white wine was so wonderful, I drank it frequently

That’s all I can remember from my trip to Italy

While crossing into Switzerland;

a tragic felony:

The customs caught me smuggling a can of Ravioli — ee

I’m a Troubadour looking for

That Never-Never Land

From Marseilles up to Mailand

I Didn’t find it

Now it’s time to get back home

From Darmstadt up to Dublin via London, Prag to Rome

Now I know that Never-Never Land

Is the place I call my home