Homeward Bound

Words and Music by Marta Keen.

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              In  the  qui - et   misty    morning  when the

                                                                           
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moon has  gone to   bed.    When the spar-rows stop thier singing  and the

                                                                            
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corn  is  past its prime.   When ad-vent-ure's lost its mean-ing   I'll be

                                                                          
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home-ward bound in  time.    Bind me  not       to the  past-ure chain me

                                                                           
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 not      to the   plow.   Set me    free  to find my calling and i'll re -

                                    
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 turn  to you some -how

-Pretty much the same for the next verse-

If you find it's me you're missing, if you're hoping I'll return.
To your thoughts I'll soon be listning, 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.
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.