To foreign lands I want to roam Where Kings and Queens sit upon their throne And big cats prowl, and wild dogs howl And there's every kind of fowl Where mighty elephants trumpet And with tea they serve crumpets I want to see the very old creations of man I know I'd be their biggest fan To walk the ground that Jesus tread And feed the masses with seven loaves of bread I would love to see the foreign sands To get homesick and return to my home land