Homeward Bound (Arr. Wilberg)

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 it's me you're missing

If you're hoping I'll return,

To your thoughts I'll soon be listening, And in the road I'll stop and turn

Then the wind will set 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