Coming Home

Lyrics
COMING HOME
I’ll come home when there’s no sun in the sky
When the fields are empty and the tide is high
When the fishermen have come in from the sea
When the mountain roads are lost and misty
I’ll return to your fire burning bright
When that cold December air begins to bite
And your windows are battered by the rain
That’s when I’ll be coming home again
I want more than to survive
I’ve had a bellyful of city life
Getting by is hard to do
When all I want is to be with you
It’s crowded here but I’m alone
Tired of stolen moments on the telephone
Can you see me walking down a country lane
That’s when I’ll be coming home again
I want more than to survive
I’ve had a bellyful of city life
Getting by is hard to do
When all I want is to be with you
So I’ll come home when there’s no sun in the sky
When the fields are empty and the tide is high
And your windows are battered by the rain
That’s when I’ll be coming home again