Traveling at night, the headlights were bright

And we've been up many an hour

And all through my brain came the refrain

Of home and its warming fire

And home sings me of sweet things

My life there has its own wings

To fly over the mountain

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

And home sings me of sweet things

My life there has its own wings

To fly over the mountain

Though I'm standing still

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 scent of home in the breeze

And home sings me of sweet things

My life there has its own wings

To fly over the mountain

Though I'm standing still

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