I'm Going Home
(Arlo Guthrie)
Like the tree that grows so tall
Leaves turn gold and then they fall
They've gone down, now they've grown
They're going home
Mountain streams may run and flow
Clean the sands on which they go
Stretching down like it had known
It's going home
Sunrise early in the dawn
Slips away, then it's gone
Leaves the night to carry on
While it's going home
Once a man he lived and died
What he said death could not hide
Even though it's often tried
But he was going home
Now my friends it's time to go
And this love will live to grow
And I want you all to know
I'm going home
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