A Sort Of Homecoming

And you know it's time to go

Through the sleet and driving snow

Across the fields of mourning to a light that's in the distance

And you hunger for the time

Time to heal, 'desire' time

And your earth moves beneath your own dream landscape

On borderland we run.

I'll be there, I'll be there tonight

A high-road, a high-road out from here.

The city walls are all come down

The dust a smoke screen all around

See faces ploughed like fields that once

Gave no resistance.

And we live by the side of the road

On the side of a hill as the valleys explode

Dislocated, suffocated

The land grows weary of it's own.

O com-away, o com-away, o-com, o com-away, I say I

O com-away, o com-away, o-com, o com-away, I say I

Oh, oh on borderland we run

And still we run, we run and don't look back

I'll be there, I'll be there

Tonight, tonight

I'll be there tonight, I believe

I'll be there so high

I'll be there tonight, tonight

Oh com-away, I say, o com-away, I say

The wind will crack in winter time

This bomb-blast lightning waltz

No spoken words, just a scream

Tonight we'll build a bridge across the sea and land

See the sky, the burning rain

She will die and live again tonight

And your heart beats so slow

Through the rain and fallen snow

Across the fields of mourning to a light that's in the distance

Oh, don't sorrow, no don't weep

For tonight at last

I am coming home

I am coming home