Homeward Bound

HOMEWARD BOUND

In the quiet misty morning 

When the moon has gone to bed, 

When the sparrows stop their singing 

And the sky is clear and red, 

When the summer's ceased its gleaming, 

When the corn is past its prime, 

When adventure's lost its meaning, 

I'll be homeward bound in time. 

 Bind me not to the pasture; 

Chain me not to the plow. 

Set me free to find my calling 

And I'll return to you somehow. 

If you find it's me you're missing, 

If you're hoping I'll return, 

To your thoughts I'll soon be list'ning, 

In the road I'll stop and turn.

Then the wind will set me racing 

As my journey nears its end, 

And the path I'll be retracing 

When I'm homeward bound again. 

Bind me not to pasture; 

Chain me not to the plow. 

Set me free to find my calling 

And I'll return to you somehow. 

In the quiet misty morning 

When the moon has gone to bed, 

When the sparrows stop their singing, 

I'll be homeward bound again

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