I am coming home againnAnd you won't be alone againnAnd I, I have the goldnnI have broken roads for younI would murder men for younI, I have some goldnnIt's in your handsnIt's in your armsnAt your commandnWe shall disarmnnI will dig a grave for younOh, let's make that a grave for twonI, I have the goldnnIt's in your handsnIt's in your armsnAt your commandnWe shall disarmnnIt's in your handsnIt's in your armsnAt your commandnWe shall disarmnnSeasons turnnReasons burnnComing homenI'm coming homenn