Going Home

Listen to the track at Going Home

 

As I look into the winter sky,
I see trees and clouds rushing by,
And I lie here in this muddy field,
And I’m thinking that soon I’ll be

 

Going home, going home,
There is nothing quite like going home.
Going home, going home,
There is nothing quite like going home

 

I no longer know my arms and legs,
And the pain has gone from in my chest.
Oh the silence is quite unreal,
In the comfort of this muddy field.

 

Now my pals are here they gather round,
And they stare at me without a sound,
There’s a glistening  I do believe,
And it’s farewell to this muddy field

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