I've flown across the mountains, I've sailed across the sea
I've seen so many faces, what do they mean to me
We're all the same, no matter what We're all the same, no matter who
We're all the same, no matter where We're all the same

Met a crazy Scotsman living up a mountain, drinking like a fountain, only pausing for a breath
Breton girls were well hard, louder than a bombard, partied in the back yard, they'd outlast the rest
What about the Polish they were rather ghoulish, when the party'd finish, were howling at the moon
Met a crazy Spaniard who got really hammered, fell on me then clambered back onto his feet

So many faces I have seen, so many places not yet been
So many people I have met, so many names not to forget
Such beautiful people in their right, laughing, dancing through the night
So many faces I have seen, the futures so bright it can't be seen

What about Dutch squatters, what a bunch of nutters Living in their fortress, paranoia folk
We had fun in Deutschland, everything was well planned, plenty of time in hand, every single day
Dancing in Galicia, dancing to the gaita, feet felt they were lighter than they'd ever been
What about the French dude, seemed a little confused, kept us all well amused, dancing with a goat