Sometimes I get worried thinking about what each new day will bring, all the world is hassled, hurt or hurried, there’s never time to ease the painful things, never time to think on where your going or where you’ve been.
You can tell them I,m going home or that I,m working late at night, no point writing letters or using the telephone, tell them anything that you might, be sure and tell them I’ll be alright.
You can tell them I’m living in the country or that I’ve given up the fight, no point in saying how well you knew me before, no point in giving reasons of last night, be sure and tell them I’ll be alright.
And when love comes whispering softly with all the sweetness she can bring that’s when I’m real and mostly that’s the time I feel no need to give out anything, that is when I just want to sing.
You can tell them I’m living in the islands, somewhere where the day is always bright, no need to visit England, Germany or Spain, you won’t find me where things are tight.
Just be sure and tell them I’ll be alright, I’m going back, I’ll be alright, going home to the sea and I’ll be alright.
Please be aware these are not my words, they are from a song by Terry Hannigan. I've never heard the song but like the sentiment expressed in the words.
