Going Home

Going home

I can't wait for the day

When I'll be on my way

Going home

Pack my, pack my bags

Get tickets for the trip

The presents in my grip

Winging home

It's an age since I left for this far-off land

When we said our goodbyes and I held your hand

When you tried hard to smile and to hide your tears

And you meant to be brave and conceal your fears

In my, in my mind

I see the stalks of corn

Stand dewy in the dawn

That's my home

Best of, best of all

You're standing by the gate

To welcome me, it's great

Coming home

It's an age since I left for this far-off land

When we said our goodbyes and I held your hand

When you tried hard to smile and to hide your tears

And you meant to be brave and conceal your fears

And I, and I long

For what I left behind

These pictures in my mind

Are the same