I'M COMING HOME

There's a road to walk upon it's going my way It's my way this road I'm on And there's singing in the trees above my head Though the words are clear the meaning has passed away Of a dream within a heart that's never shared And if I wish to tell you all I ever knew What's clear you hear is me because I'm you And if the song that sings the light should change its tune Through his eyes he sees all the good you do When the darkness shines that light abides on you And your body's like the hills of rolling brown Sweet mama at your feet upon the ground And if I miss thy gift it's just the hole I found Like the mole whose heart is buried under ground Sweet mama I'm coming home With the staff upon my hand I stand at ease Through your valleys ere I walk I feel thy peace And the river that washed away all my cares In the light we choose to stand above the fear Sweet mama we're going home Sure sweet mama We're going home