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 sands 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