Home

Traveling at night, the headlights were bright
 And we'd been up many an hour
 And all through my brain
 Came the refrain
 Of home and it's warming fire
 And home, sings me of sweet things
 My life there has its own wings
 To fly over the mountains
 Though I'm standing still
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 The people I've seen
 They come in between
 The cities of tiring life
 And 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 mountains
 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 mountains
 Though I'm standing still