In the quiet misty morning
When the moon has gone to bed
When the sparrows stop their singing
And the sky is clear and red

When the summer’s ceased its gleaming
When the corn is past its prime
When adventure’s lost its meaning
I’ll be homeward bound in time 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 If you find it’s me you’re missing
If you’re hoping I’ll return
To your thoughts I’ll soon be list’ning
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
As I’m homeward bound again Bind me not to the pasture
Chain me not to the plow
Set me free to find my way home.