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 fireAnd home sings me of sweet things
My life there has it's own wings
Fly over the mountains
Though I'm standing stillThe 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 fightAnd home sings me of sweet things
My life there has it's own wings
Fly over the mountains
Though I'm standing stillTravelling at night, the headlights were bright
But soon the sun came through the trees
Around the next bend, the flowers will send
The sweet smell of home in the breezeAnd home sings me of sweet things
My life there has it's own wings
Fly over the mountains
Though I'm standing still