Arlo Guthrie - I'm Going Home lyrics

Like the tree that grows so tall Leaves turn gold and then they fall They've gone down, now they've grown They're going home Mountain streams may run and flow Clean the sands on which they go Stretching down like it had known It's going home Sunrise early in the dawn Slips away, then it's gone Leaves the night to carry on While it's going home Once a man he lived and died What he said d**h could not hide Even though it's often tried But he was going home