I am always on my way back homenI am always on my way back homenShe said to me gentlenSaid to me neatnYou are made of honeynI am made of wheatnnAnd though you're the finest sugar canenI'm a seed just sownnI am always on my way back homennI have seen all the world and made it minenI have asked you if you would wait a little timenI owe it to your patiencenI owe it to your needsnnYou're a pretty a flowernI'm a dying breednAnd though your the brightest thing this summernI'm still barely grownnI am always on my way back homennI'm in the right directionnI heard I'm pretty closenYour the midday sunshinenBy nature more morosennAnd all the while your set in stonenI shall forever roamnAlways on my way back homenI am always, always, always on my way back homennI am always on my way back home.