Lyrics
In the quiet misty morning when the moon has gone to bed
When the sparrows cease their singing and the sky is clear and red
When the summer’s ceased it’s gleaming, when the corn is past it’s prime
When adventure’s lost it’s meaning, I’ll be homeward bound in time
Tie me not to the pasture
Chain me not to the plowSet me free to find my calling
And I’ll return to you somehow
If you find it’s me you’re missing, if you’re hoping I’ll return
To your thoughts I’ll soon be listening and in the road I’ll stop and turn
Then my thoughts will soon be racing as I’m rushing to your door
And the path I’ll be retracing ‘til I’m homeward bound once more
In the quiet misty morning when the moon has gone to bed
When adventure’s lost it’s meaning I’ll be homeward bound again