Turning for Home

The daylight hours are dying

The night is breaking clear

In the distance a boy and his daddy

Are riding an old John Deere

Supper's on the table

Sun quitting time is nigh

Set these wheels for the barn

It's time that you and I

Are turning for home

Kick off these working shoes

Rest these weary bones

Say a prayer for sun and rain

On the fields that we have sown

As we're turning for home

There's a letter in the mailbox

From a young boy out to sea

His mama runs from the kitchen

She opens it up and reads

When the moon is on the water

And there is no land in sight

I close my eyes and I am with you

And in my dreams each night

I go turning for home

Kick off these traveling shoes

Rest my weary bones

There's a part of my heart

No matter where I roam

That's always turning for home

I was once a wanderer

On the wings of a restless wind

Then I met your mother

And felt my life begin

We found the final answer

The moment we held you

It was on a winter morning, child

That she and I first knew

We were turning for home

Settle down on a piece of ground

We might call our own

Here's where I'll stay

Till they write my name in stone

And I'm turning, yearning

Turning for home