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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 is red.
When the summer cease its gleaming,
and the corn is past its prime.
When adventure has lost its 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 its me you're missing,
And you're 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 journey nears its end.
Then 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.

In the quiet misty morning
When the moon has gone to bed,
When the sparrows stop their singing,
I'll be homeward bound again.