Home - Karla Bonoff

Traveling at night, the headlights were bright 
And we’d been up many an hour 
And all through my brain 
Came the refrain 
Of home and it’s warming fire 

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And Home 
Sings me of sweet things 
My life there has it’s own wings 
To fly over the mountains 
Though I'm standing still 

The people I've seen 
They come in between 
The cities of tiring life 
The trains come and go, 
But inside you know 
The struggle will soon be a fight 

CHORUS 

Traveling at night, 
The headlights were bright. 
But soon the sun came through the trees 
Around the next bend 
The flowers will send 
The sweet scene of home in the breeze 

CHORUS