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 summer ceased it's gleaming
When the corn is past it's prime
When adventure's lost it's meaning
I'll be homeward, bound in time
Bind me not, 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 it's me you're missing
If you're hoping I'll return
To your thoughts, I'll soon be listening
And in the road, I'll stop and turn
Then the wind will set me racing
As my journey nears it's 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 I'll return to you, somehow
Bind me not, to the pasture
Chain me not, to the plow
Set me free, to find my calling
And I'll return to you, somehow
Bind me not, to the pasture
Chain me not, to the plow
Set me free, to find my calling
And I'll return to you, somehow
Bind me not, to the pasture
Chain me not, to the plow
Set me free to find my calling
And I'll return, and I'll return
And I'll return to you, somehow
