Coming Home to You

Golden fields of grain, spread out in the wind,
Tar black country roads, don't end or begin,
I'm coming home to you.

Tall dark evergreens, standing in a row,
Joyous little children, singing as they go,
I'm coming home to you.

Dauntless mountain vistas, blazing in the fall,
Rushing silver brooklets, giving up your all,
I'm coming home to you.

Furry little creatures, hiding underground,
Starry winter snowflakes, falling all around,
I'm coming home to you.

Lakes like painted pictures telling on the sky,
Rain so soft in springtime, always makes me sigh,
I'm coming home to you.

Mother's pies a-cookin', sit down by the fire,
Play some songs we all know, couldn't get much higher,
I'm coming home to you.
I'm coming home to you.