Home

Traveling at night, the headlights were bright

And we'd been up many an hour

And all through my brain came the refrain

Of home and it's warming fire

And home sings me of sweet things

My life there has it's own wings

Fly over the mountain

Though I'm standing still

The people I've seen they come in between

The cities of tiring life

And the trains come and go but inside you know

The struggle will soon be a fight

And home sings me of sweet things

My life there has it's own wings

Fly over the mountain

Though I'm standing still

Traveling at night, the headlights were bright

But soon the sun came through the trees

Around the next bend the flowers will send

The sweet smell of home in the breeze

And home sings me of sweet things

My life there has it's own wings

Fly over the mountain

Though I'm standing still