Traveling at night, the headlights were bright 
And we'd been up many an hour 
And all through my brain 
Came the refrain 
Of home and it's warming fire 

And Home 
Sings me of sweet things 
My life there has it's own wings 
Fly over the mountain 
Though I'm standing still 

The people I've seen 
They come in between 
The cities of tiring life 
The trains come and go, 
But inside you know 
The struggle will soon be a fight 

And Home 
Sings me of sweet things 
My life there has it's own wings 
Fly over the mountain 
Though I'm standing still 

Traveling at night, 
The headlights were bright. 
But soon the sun came through the trees 
Around the next bend 
The flowers will send 
The sweet smell of home in the breeze 

And Home 
Sings me of sweet things 
My life there has it's own wings 
Fly over the mountain 
Though I'm standing still