Travelin at night the headlites were brite

And we'd been up many an hour

All thru my brain came the refrain

Of Home and it's warmin fire

And Home sings me of sweet things

My life there has it's own wings

Fly over the mountain

Though I'm standin' still

The people I've seen they come in between

The cities of tiring light

and the trains come and go but inside you know

The struggle'll soon be a fight

And Home sings me of sweet things

My life there has it's own wings

Fly over the mountain

Though I'm standin' still

Travelin at nite the headlites were brite

And soon the sun came through the trees

Around the next bend the flowers will send

The sweet smell of home in the breeze

And Home sings me of sweet things

My life there has it's own wings

Fly over the mountain

Though I'm standin' still