Home Lyrics

I've been a traveller the most of my life I never took a home, I never took a wife Ran away young and decided to roam But now I'd like to see my mama and my papa back home Home, where the rivers run cold The water tastes good, the winters ain't cold Home, where the trees grow tall The home fires burn, the whippoorwills call Well I remember stories that my daddy used to tell Yeah my eyes'd get big, his chest'd swell I could sit for hours and listen with glee As he'd tell of how he lived when he's a boy like me Home, where the river runs cold The water tastes good, the winters ain't cold Home, where the trees grow tall The home fires burn, and the whippoorwills call Now, mama dear, mama do you still love your boy After all my roamin' can I still bring you joy Mom you sent a letter, got it not long ago And you said to come home, 'cause you were missin' me so Home, where the rivers run cold The water tastes good, the winters ain't cold Home, where the trees grow tall The home fires burn, and the whippoorwills call