"I went the ways of wayward winds In a world trouble and sin Walked along crooked mile Behind million rank file Forgot where I came from Somewhere back when was young good man’s child ‘Cause lost some nameless things My innocence flew away me She had to hide her face my desire embrace forbidden fire But at night dreamed she’s singing over Oh oh Come on home Home And will hold you in arms joyful be There always Always A place for table Return Wondering might begin hear voice upon wind She's faint but true "Son there ain't nothing can do listen close follow I'll take you’re meant Just don't lose faith." So put hand plow Wipe sweat up brow Plant seed way As look forward day When last see father run singing “Oh child." always At me"