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 summers ceased its gleaming
When the corn is past its prime
When adventures lost its meaning
I'll be homeward bound in time
Bind me no 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 its me your missing
If your 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 joirney 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 Ill return to you somehow
In the quiet misty morning
When the moon has gone to bed
When the sparrows stop their singing
I'll homeward boynd again

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