I'm feeling the need to sit down
There's plenty to look at, but I don't look around
It seems that my bones are getting old
Fighting lonely, fighting cold
Nostalgia is the smell of manure
And those motherly mountains I adore
I missed my favorite Autumn and that early Spring
And I wonder what else I was here during
Well, come to me where I sleep
Tell me it's all like it used to be
Lest my weary soul does stray
"It's gone, it's gone, it's gone," I hear you say
Running barefoot through these rolling hills
The thought alone is enough to send my spine chills
And my ladybug, so innocent and pure
I left her alone, I left her alone
The one in which I feel secure
Well, come to me where I sleep
Tell me it's all like it used to be
Lest my weary soul does stray
"It's gone, it's gone, it's gone," I hear you say
I'm coming home, coming home
I'm coming home, I'm coming
I'm coming home, and I'm coming home
Coming home, I'm coming home
Coming home, I'm coming home
Coming home, I'm coming home
Coming home