GOING HOME
Going home for the first time
It's sure been a long time
Young stand all our old times
Now withered and dry
I still carry your picture
Now yellowed and torn
We drifted with new winds
I'm still wonderin' why
Love you
The winters have left me
A spring cold and waiting
Reminds me of autumn
Of lives turning grey
Each night brings a new day
A silence in new ways
A life cast in dark haze
There's little to say
Love you
If only I could find you
The days are dry without you
In morning lines I see you
All I ask is your hand
Autor(es): THOMAS MARTIN HARWELL WEILER