As the hound obeys the hunters' horn call
So I'm called back home to Cornwall
For that's where my heart lies buried 
'Neath the standing stone
Where a white cross on a black field standing
Proudly waves above the landing place
Beneath the rugged cliffs of cornwall, my true love

Broken images of memories awaken in my bones
When I do recall the land I left behind that was my home
Sailing out from falmouth bay way back in nineteen-eighty-three
Green behind the ears, just fifteen years of age, well that was me

Like a fool searching for freedom, roving futher far and wide
I set out but I did not return upon the running tide
Where the timeless cliffs resound with mournful echoes of the cries
Of fearless seabirds chasing storm clouds through the silver sky

As the hound obeys the hunters' horn call
So I'm called back home to Cornwall
For that's where my heart lies buried 
'Neath the standing stone
Where a white cross on a black field standing
Proudly waves above the landing place
Beneath the rugged cliffs of cornwall, my true love

From the all-night clubs of West Berlin to the lonely Pyrenees
From chaotic squats in Amsterdam to the New World 'cross the sea
From the forests of New Hampshire to the streets of London Town
Though I loved each place, I could not stay, forever homeward bound

Where the gorse and foxglove dance and sway upon the rolling moors
And the sea wind blows her emerald kiss from North to southern shore
Where a song of stone sings out in-tune to transatlantic waves
If I could but hear that song again, my soul would be saved

As the hound obeys the hunters' horn call
So I'm called back home to Cornwall
For that's where my heart lies buried 
'Neath the standing stone
Where a white cross on a black field standing
Proudly waves above the landing place
Beneath the rugged cliffs of cornwall, my true love

When I die as we must do one and all
Send my body home to Cornwall
Place my bones down with my heart 
Beneath the standing stone 
Put a white cross on a black field standing 
On my coffin then I'll finally rest in peace
Within the arms of Kernow, my true love

As the hound obeys the hunters' horn call
So I'm called back home to Cornwall
For that's where my heart lies buried 
'Neath the standing stone
Where a white cross on a black field standing
Proudly waves above the landing place
Beneath the rugged cliffs of Cornwall, my true love

Where a white cross on a black field standing
Proudly waves above the landing place
Beneath the rugged cliffs of Cornwall, my true love