Going Home

Going Home

Going home. Going home. I’m a-going home.
Quiet-like some still day, I’m just going home.
It’s not far, just close by, through an open door.
Work all done, cares laid by, Going to fear no more;
Mother’s there expecting me, Father’s waiting, too.
Lot’s of folks gathered there. All the friends I knew.

Morning star lights the way, restless dream all done.
Shadows gone, break of day, real life just begun.
There’s no break, there’s no end, just a-living on;
Wide awake, with a smile, going on and on.
Going home. Going home, I’m just going home.
It’s not far, just close by, through an open door.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NpunA-ODGzk

 

Rest in peace, Han-han.


Published by fuzz

I've finally relented to the lures of blogging - and for those who care, well, I'm a self-confessed geek who's a wanderer at heart, who thinks and analyses too much, and who's trying hard to hold on to his 7-year old inner persona.

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