Home

Traveling at night, the headlights were bright

And we'd been up many an hour

And all through my brain

Came the refrain

Of home and it's warming fire

CHORUS

And Home

Sings me of sweet things

My life there has it's own wings

To fly over the mountains

Though I'm standing still

The people I've seen

They come in between

The cities of tiring life

The trains come and go,

But inside you know

The struggle will soon be a fight

CHORUS

Traveling at night,

The headlights were bright.

But soon the sun came through the trees

Around the next bend

The flowers will send

The sweet scene of home in the breeze

CHORUS