Homeward

There’s an old county street

Where the sky is bluer than the sea.

It's my road

It's the place of my childhood growth.

Although some of me wishes it weren’t so,

I know this place is not my home.

I pray my soul be found,

The day I give ol’ 3910 one last look,

Homeward bound.

There’s a plain man and his wife

Who’ve always been a sight for sore eyes.

They’re my folks

They’ve taught me how to bear His yoke.

Although some of me wishes it weren’t so,

Where they are is not my home.

I pray my soul be found,

The day I embrace ‘em one last time,

Homeward bound.

My brave young companions

Are startin’ to look a lot like the Champion.

My heart, for them, breaks

But I know I’ve shown ‘em what it takes.

Although some of me wishes it weren’t so,

Where they are is not my home.

I pray my soul be found,

The day I wave goodbye,

Homeward bound.

With that, homeward bound am I now.

And because I don’t want to see you grieve

The following 14 words with you I leave.

“Don’t worry ‘bout me when I die.

These ruffled wings will fly just fine.”