I'm Going Home

Like the tree that grows so tall

Leaves turn gold and then they fall

They've gone down

But now they've grown

They're going home

Mountain streams may run and flow

Clean the sand on which they go

Stretching down

Like it had known

It's going home

Sunrise early in the dawn

Slips away and then it's gone

Leaves the night

To carry on

While it's going home

Once a man he lived and died

What he said death could not hide

Even though

It's often tried

But he was going home

Now, my friends, it's time to go

And this love will live to grow

And I want

You all to know

I'm going home