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 



CHORUS 

And Home 

Sings me of sweet things 

My life there has it's own wings 

To fly over the mountains 

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 



CHORUS 



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 scene of home in the breeze 



CHORUS