Going home
I can't wait for the day
When I'll be on my way
Going home

Pack my, Pack my bags
Get tickets for the trip
The presents in my grip
Winging home

It's an age since I left for this far of land
When we said our goodbye's and I held your hand
When you tried hard to smile and to hide your tears
And you meant to be brave and conceal your fears

In my, In my mind
I see the stoopes of corn
Stand dewey in the dawn
Thats my home

Best of, best of all
Your standing by the gate
To welcome me it's great
Coming home

It's an age since I left for this far of land
When we said our goodbye's and I held your hand
When you tried hard to smile and to hide your tears
And you meant to be brave and conceal your fears

And I, and I long
For what I left behind
These pictures in my mind
Are the same
.....
