Homeward Bound

Homeward Bound"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 summers ceased its gleaming When the corn is past its prime When adventures lost its meaning Ill 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 Ill return to you somehow If you find its me youre missing If youre hoping Ill return To your thoughts Ill soon

"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
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"

Homeward Bound by Marta Keen Thompson

Reproduced from the artists original artwork of oil on canvas 18 x 20.