I'm going home to the town where I was born where little children laughed as they sang a happy song in the little town of Ceylon, Ceylon city, Ceylon city I've got a boat , I hope it's still afloat with rusty sails, and an old wooden oar It goes along, in the little town of Ceylon Ceylon City..... My daddy will be waiting there My sister will be combing down her silver hair My mamma will be waiting there serving lunch to my brother, but he's nowhere