五百哩

中学时，唱这一首歌：

Five Hundred Miles

If you miss the train I'm on
You will know that I have gone
You will hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

Lord, I'm one,
Lord, I'm two,
Lord, I'm three,
Lord, I'm four,
Lord, I'm five hundred miles from my home
Five hundred miles, five hundred miles, five hundred miles, five hundred miles
Lord, I'm five hundred miles from my home

Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name
Lord, I can't go back home this a way
This away, this away, this away, this away
Lord, I can't go back home this away

If you miss the train I'm on
You will know that I have gone
You will hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

当时唱啊唱的，什么感觉也没有。

昨天在昆仲轩饱食以后，歌唱道别。K点了这一首歌给A唱，说：“唱出了他的心声。”

其实，这何尝不是唱出了许多离乡求学、工作的游子的心情。

不名一文，如何见家乡父老？