homeward bound

In the quiet misty morningWhen the moon has gone to bed,When the sparrows stop their singingAnd the sky is clear and red,When the summer's ceased its gleamingWhen the corn is past its prime,When adventure's lost its meaning -I'll be homeward bound in time.Bind me not to the pastureChain me not to the plow,Set me free to find my callingAnd I'll return to you somehow.If you find it's me you're missingIf you're hoping I'll return,To your thoughts I'll soon be listening,And in the road, I'll stop and turn.Then the wind will set me racingAs my journey nears its endAnd the path I'll be retracingWhen I'm homeward bound again.Bind me not to the pasture,Chain me not to the plowSet me free to find my callingAnd I'll return to you somehow.
In the quiet misty morningWhen the moon has gone to bed,When the sparrows stop their singingI'll be homeward bound again.