Parece que estou a ouvir #223

Homeward bound

Music & lyrics by Martha Keen Thompson

here sung by Bryn Terfel

In the quiet misty morning 

When the moon has gone to bed, 

When the sparrows stop their singing
And the sky is clear and red, 

When the summer's ceased its gleaming 

When the corn is past its prime, 

When adventure's lost its meaning - 

I'll be homeward bound in time 

Bind me not to the pasture 

Chain me not to the plow 

Set me free to find my calling 

And I'll return to you somehow 

If you find it's me you're missing 

If you're hoping I'll return, 

To your thoughts 

I'll soon be listening, 

And in the road I'll stop and turn 

Then the wind will set me racing 

As my journey nears its end 

And the path I'll be retracing 

When I'm homeward bound again 

Bind me not to the pasture 

Chain me not to the plow 

Set me free to find my calling 

And I'll return to you somehow