Turning For Home

The daylight hours are dying

The night is breaking clear

In the distance a boy and his daddy arrive

In a beat up old John Deere.

Supper’s on the table

Son quitting time is nigh

Set these wheels straight for the barn

It’s time that you and I are turning for home

Kick off these working shoes and rest these weary bones

The best part of any day is when the job is done

And you’re turning for home.

There’s a letter in the mailbox

From a soldier overseas.

His mother runs from the kitchen

She opens it up and reads

“Mum I hope this letter finds you well and strong

You and Dad and sister take care

I pray that it won’t be long.

Till I’m turning for home

Kick off these walking shoes and rest these weary bones

The best part of going no matter where you roam

Is the turning for home.

Now I have been a wanderer

On the wings of a restless wind

Fast trains and back roads

Places I’ve never been

I found every answer

When I fell in love with you

You took me straight to your heart

Oh the first time I knew

I was turning for home

Kick off these walking shoes and rest these weary bones

The best part of going no matter where you roam

Is the turning, turning, turning for home.