I will lay my head beneath the old oak tree|with a belly full of cherry wine|It'll keep me warm while I wait out the storm|just watchin' it pass me by|I listen to the river run, while I wait for the mornin' to come|Then I'll head out to sea with a head full of sleep|and a bottle that reminds me of home||How far I've come|Hear the nightingale while the night winds wail|the beauty of her voice will shine|She'll keep me on track while I ain't lookin' back|just leaving this old world behind||I listen to the river run, while I wait for the mornin' to come|Then I'll head out to sea with a head full of sleep|and a bottle that reminds me of home|Yeah I'll drink it every night, not to feel all right|but to remind me how far I've come|How far I've come, how far I've come, how far I've come