Water From The Wells Of Home

There's a stool along the road to freedom

Like a gypsy in a guilty cage

But rising has not always been bright

Destiny dreams are made

My days all run together

Like a timeless honeycomb

I find myself wishing I could drink again

Water from the wells of home

Water from the wells of home

Water from the wells of home

I've seen all your shining cities

Lean against the yellow sky

I've seen the down, and I'll get better

I've seen many of strong men die

Well, the troubled hearts in the worried men

Things that I've been showed

Keep me always returning to

Water from the wells of home

Water from the wells of home

Water from the wells of home

I want to come back some day

To the water from the wells of home

Lord, take me back someday

To the water from the wells of home

I want to come back some day

To the water from the wells of home

I want to come back some day

To the water from the wells of home

Lord, take me back someday