Back Home Again
There’s a storm across the valley, clouds are rollin’ in
He’s an hour away from ridin’ on your prayers up in the sky
the afternoorn is heavy on your shoul-ders.
and ten days on the road are barely gone.
There’s a truck out on the four lane, a mile or more away
There’s a fire softly burning; supper’s on the stove
the whinin’ of his wheels just makes it colder.
but it’s the light in your eyes that makes him warm.
Hey, it’s good to be back home a-gain
Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend
Yes, ‘n, hey it’s good to be back home again
After all the news to tell him: how’s you spend your time?
And what’s the latest thing the neighbors say
and your mother called last friday; “Sunshine” made her cry
and you felt the baby move just yesterday.
And oh, the time that I can lay this tired old body down
and feel your fingers feather soft up-on me
the kisses that I live for, the love that lights my way
the happiness that livin’ with you brings me.
It’s the sweetest thing I know of, just spending time with you
it’s the little things that make a house a home.
Like a fire softly burning and supper on the stove.
And the light in your eyes that makes me warm.