歌词
Have you been wearing holes
In your boots out there?
Have you been kickin' bones
In the desert sand?
There's a wolf inside the cave
And another in the clouds
I've seen them chew and gnaw
On the shadows in your eyes
And it's here at home I'll wait
For your wanders to be still
Oh it's here at home I'll wait
For your wanders to be still
And I won't drag my feet
In whatever dirt you track in
No I won't drag my feet
In whatever dirt you track in
Will you look at me
When your face shows the lines of the years?
While you've been away
I have needed your strong hands
The California hills
Could surely welcome us back home
But the way toward the crop of gold
Is not far from the snow
No the way toward the crop of gold
Is not far from the snow
And it's here at home I'll wait
For your wanders to be still
Oh it's here at home I'll wait
For your wanders to be still
And I won't drag my feet
In whatever dirt you track in
No I won't drag my feet
In whatever dirt you track in
And it's here at home I'll wait
For your wanders to be still
And I won't drag my feet
In whatever dirt you track in
Written by: Alela Diane
