I'm Coming Home

Freedom ain't singing freedom songs Been that way since the revolution gone Fires burning, earth stained in blood Dark clouds falling, river raging flood It's the loving and the making So many ways you can walk along this road My mind, my body aching I'm coming back home Come down from the mountains, from the highlands Wild horses plough the earth, of a desolate land Past deserted stations, down broken trains Won't be bringing anyone, taking them back again It's the loving and the making So many ways you can walk along this road My mind, my body aching I'm coming back home You can take the high road I'll walk along the sea Magnolia blossom, sweet-smelling tree The blood of our fathers lights the road we're on Moving out of the darkness to a place in the sun It's the loving and the making So many ways you can walk along this road My mind, my body aching I'm coming back home