Heading For Home

My face to the sky, my back to the wind
Winter is entering my bones
The day has been long and night’s drawing in
And I’m thinking of heading for home
And I’m thinking of heading for home
The cradle and grave, the fruit and the seed
The seasons mirror my own
The geese flying south are calling to me
And I’m thinking of heading for home
And I’m thinking of heading for home
Always on the move with banner unfurled
Yet gathering moss on the stone
I sing for the children and cry for the world
And I’m thinking of heading for home
And I’m thinking of heading for home
As time’s my old friend and death’s my new kin
I’m not taking the journey alone
I am old, I am young, I am all that I’ve been
And I’m thinking of heading for home
And I’m thinking of heading for home
The memory of love will burn in my heart
Till embers and ashes are gone
The light in your window is my northern star
And I’m thinking of heading for home
And I’m thinking of heading for home
And it’s time I was heading for home
And it’s time I was heading for home