Homeward Bound

In the quiet misty morning,
When the moon has gone to bed,
When the sparrows stop their singing,
And the sky is clear and red.

When the summer's ceased its gleaming,
When the corn is past its prime,
When adventure's lost its meaning,
I'll be homeward bound in time.

Bind me not to the pasture,
Chain me not to the plow,
Set me free to find my calling,
And I'll return to you somehow.

If you find its me you're missing,
If you're hoping I'll return,
To your thoughts I'll soon be listening.
In the road, I'll stop and turn.

Then the wind will send me racing,
As my journey nears its end,
And the path I'll be retracing,
When I'm homeward bound again.

Bind me not to the pasture,
Chain me not to the plow,
Set me free to find my calling,
And I'll return to you somehow.

Bind me not to the pasture,
Chain me not to the plow,
Set me free to find my calling,
And I'll return to you somehow.

In the quiet misty morning,
As my journey nears its end,
When the sparrows stop their singing,
I'll be homeward bound again.



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Simon
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