Homeward Bound
Words and Music by Marta Keen.
Tabbed by The Dark Canuck
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-Pretty much the same for the next verse-
If you find it's me you're missing, if you're hoping I'll return.
To your thoughts I'll soon be listning, 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.
