Homeward Bound

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