Featured on the album: Land of My Baby
Over there, over yonder…you see that big gray building?
And the storm on its way, like cats in the sky?
Over there, by the water, is the land of my baby,
and the same afternoon passes by.
In the land of my baby, he could be shaking and laughing.
Or falling asleep, dreaming of the sun on the sea.
In the land of my baby, he works hard, he makes jokes.
And lord knows if my baby misses me.
In the land of my baby, it’s not just him who lives there,
but a whole mess of folks, who don’t know from me.
Someone good, someone evil, could steal his heart from me,
and I wouldn’t be there to see.
In the land of my baby, he could be shaking and crying.
Or taking a break, tapping out a tune on his knee.
In the land of my baby, he works hard, he has problems.
And lord knows if my baby misses me.
Can’t let my mind wander; I’ll see him at eight.
Is my baby my bread and butter, or the icing on the cake?
Over there where those trees are, and the sky’s softly breathing,
and the sunset lays down on the bed in the sky…
Over there, by the water, is the land of my baby,
and the same cold twilight passes by.
In the land of my baby, he could be shaking and crying.
Or falling asleep, dreaming of the sun on the sea.
In the land of my baby, he works hard, he has problems.
And sometimes, I know my baby misses me.