Syracuse and Albany

My love she dreams of mountains

And the forests of New York

And she listens for that midnight train

As it echoes in the dark

Of Syracuse and Albany

And the house at Lake Champlain

My love she dreams of all of this

And going home again

My love she dreams of springtime

And the child is in her breast

And she looks towards the summer

As the swallow builds her nest

And oranges up from Florida

Bring the colour of the sun

My love she dreams of all of this

And going home again

She dreams of Indian summers

And the golden hues of fall

And the crystal snows of winter

When the wolf lets out his call

And snow geese down from Canada

Flying south to find the sun

My love she dreams of all of this

And going home again

Going home again