It's only one more verse:

There's No Place for Me
(1964, The Travelling People)

THERE'S NO PLACE FOR ME
(Ewan MacColl)

On a rock on the shore is the cormorant's dwelling,
The wild warbling blackbird has its nest in the tree--
The birds of the sky and the fish of the ocean,
Each has its own place--but there's no place for me.

The fox has its lair and the rabbit its burrow,
The set for the badger, the hive for the bee--
The weasel, the hare, the mole and the martin,
Each has its own shelter--but there's no place for me.