I do recall, the dying of a dead leaf in fall
As autumns leaves cascade from weathered trees
Dancing to the melodies lost
For the wind takes it all
Forcing the music west of the call
And I just might follow, I just might crawl

Home with you, home with you

And I do remember, feeling so proud
That I didn’t call you, when I was low down
But what is for pride, what is for shame
If you’d let me travel, I’d be there today

Home with you, home with you

Oh the trouble is my memory is poor
And I’ve been lost travelin before
And I may be blind to your welcoming signs
But I don’t feel at home anymore
With you

Home with you, home with you