March 23, 2005

Soundtrack In My Mind

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 your missing,

if you’re hoping I’ll return.

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

and 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 the 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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