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 listening, 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 (softly) In the quiet misty morning When the

moon has gone to bed, When the sparrows stop their

singing I'll be homeward bound again.