Here's my transcription from the recording heard on Spotify:


AT HOME WITH THE EXILES
Written by Ed Miller
As sung by Ed Miller on "Generations of Change" (2004)

1. Across the Atlantic I did fly,
Left old Scotland, I know not why,
Never dreamt that I'd say goodbye,
Didn't plan to be an exile.
I landed in Americay
For just a year or so to stay,
But I'm still livin' here today,
Happy among the exiles.

CHORUS: My only homeland is six-foot high.
For its independence I will die.
No matter where my feet may fly,
I'll be at home with the exiles.

2. Between two places your self can get torn:
The place where you live and the place where you were born,
For one you knew, and one seemed so foreign
When first you became an exile.
So many trips that I've made back
To enjoy the music and the craic,
But each time my bags I've repacked
And gone on home to the exiles.

3. And an amigo from the Andes high,
A samba or a quacker(?) can bring tears to his eye,
But his team and his wife and his son who'll grow high
Will keep him happy as an exile.
And the fiddler mannie frae Aberdeen
Makes his livin' on an IBM machine,
But he never forgot the bothys where he'd been
Before he became an exile.

4. For there's good things here and there's good things there.
There's love for the music ev'rywhere,
And there's always friends with these things to share,
If you enjoy your life as an exile.
For narrow national pride is for a mind that's small.
I'm only too happy to have these friends all,
And find the true meaning of internationale.
Ev'ryone's an exile.

[Men of Worth also sing this song on their album "In Full Flight" (2006). They omit verse 3.]

["Quacker" is surely the wrong word, but I have no idea what it should be.]