Home Is a Distant Song

Life's a breeze for a l'il bluebird Around a white oak tree So he says goodbye to his sweet old perch Just to find his way his path Off he flies to the rolling hills In search of a bigger sky Out to the blue ridge mountains Where falcons are soaring high Fly away to a brand new day Brave the storm and gotta be strong And yeah, just like a proud eagle He glides and scales the heights Don't you be afraid, he says Just hold on and have faith And until the very last moment he couldn't fly It's worth a try Right down on the winding road A Greyhound comes and goes A young farm boy from Backwaterboro Swears he'd take that coach Out to where his hopes and dreams might lead him To the world beyond the stream And out to the big Big Apple Where he might find a pot of gold Seasons change and years go by Come what may, just gotta be brave And Boy is now a fine young man With destiny right in his hands Oh thrilled as a wide-eyed bird He sets off to the promised land Oh there, his field of dreams Is gonna be his only friend Oh far beneath the neon lights Sways the shadow of a soul A lonesome bird on a frosted lamppost A man in an uncertain world Where have all the hopes and dreams gone to And where's the pot of gold Well he looks within and searches his soul Home is where he belongs Oh home is where the oak tree sings But home is now a distant song Home is a dear old song