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With sleepy eyes we made our way across
Where friendshipÂs found friendship is often lost
With valiant wishes of becoming ends
But there will be no such with you my friend
IÂm going home, going home
To be where my water meets my stones
IÂm going home, going home
The social traveller journeys on his own
Darkness you canÂt see where youÂre going now
There never was light in your eyes some how
WhoÂs to blame when something living is dead?
So many words should have stayed in your head
So many thoughts should not have left your bed
IÂm going home, going home
To tend to the lover and the dog
IÂm going home, going home
He who yearns to age must firstly grow
That which is your prime you do not know
Boy boy boy boy
IÂm going home, going home
To drink from the chalis of another
IÂm going home, going home
To mount and feed and groom and ride alone
For he who is myself I do not know
- Album:
- The Pitcher
- Introducing The Past
- Songs from a two room chapel
- The Rough And Rynge
- Miscellaneous
- Non-Album Releases
- Sonically Speaking, Volume 8: Oktober 2002
- Live at Södra Teatern, Stockholm
- Faya
- Drunken Hands
- Portugal
- Sonically Speaking, Volume 24: September 2005
- I Saw Her From Here / I Saw Here From Her
- Alternative Moments
- Rolling Stone: Rare Trax, Volume 54: Discover America
- Rolling Stone: New Noises, Volume 57
- Acoustic 07
- Cowboys in Scandinavia: The New Folk Sounds From Northern...
- Una americana en París - Fargo Records
- Mission Hall Sessions