migrating home

Migrating home Do you believe, That Adam and Eve, Migrated from the trees, Wearing nothing but leaves? It must have been, A long time ago, As I have never seen, The horn they called home. Give any man, Half a chance, And he will travel the land, Looking for romance. To the north, to the south, To the east, to the west, There is no direction, On earth that is left. So where too next? Its anybodies guess, Maybe to the stars, Or maybe somewhere else. I don't know you, Or what you believe, But it is true, We are of the same tree. Migration, The foundation, Of every nation, Since creation. So don't question, The direction, That man has taken, On a one way mission.