I am always on my way back home I am always on my way back home So say it to me gentle Say it to me neat You are made of honey I am made of wheat And though you're the finest sugar cane I'm a seed just sown I am always on my way back home I have seen all the world and made it mine I have asked you if you would wait a little time I owe it to your patience I owe it to your needs You're a pretty flower I'm a dying breed And though you're the brightest thing this summer I'm still barely grown I am always on my way back home I'm in the right direction I heard I'm pretty close You're the midday sunshine My nature more morose And all the while you're set in stone I shall forever roam Always on my way back home I am always, always, always on my way back home I am always on my way back home