Le chemin de papa

He was a bit of a poet and a bit of a drifter
He never knew a homeland, nor a boss
He came from anywhere, went wherever the wind blew
But inside his trailer, we were ten kids
And at night, around a campfire
We dreamed of a white house while singing

How long, how far, your road, Dad
It's really exhausting going where you go
How long, how far, your road, Dad
You should stop in this spot

But he never listened to us, and at the break of dawn
The family was back on the long journey again
Barely enough time for our mom to wash his shirt
And off we went again to a new Promised Land
And at night, around a campfire
She dreamed of a white house while singing

How long, how far, your road, Dad
It's really exhausting going where you go
How long, how far, your road, Dad
You should stop in this spot

And that's how, bumping along through the seasons
That's how, looking over the horizon
Without even realizing it, our father left us behind
In every corner of the world like grains of wheat
And somewhere at the end of the universe
The old trailer of my father still rolls on

How long, how far, your road, Dad
It's really exhausting going where you go
How long, how far, your road, Dad
You should stop in this spot