Going Home

Even where there is decay you can find strength.

Going Home.


In the distant day was dawning
Comes to me the early morning
Something tells me that I'm going home

The brand new sun shines bright
From the darkness fields of light
Something tells me that I'm going home

Going home
Where the summers coming in
And the moonlight on the river
Shows me where I've been

Soft the rain gently falling
Lightly 'cross the city morning
I get the feeling that I'm going home

Across the moorland, past the mountains
O'er the rivers beside the new stream
Something tells me that I'm going home

As the trains rolling nearer
Ah, the feeling just to be there,
Something tells me that I'm going home

Now the skylines reach my eyes
The ridge stands out in highland skies
I just can't believe I'm going home