Album: Day of Rest
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

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
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
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