In the quiet misty morning when the moon has gone to bed When the sparrows cease their singing and the sky is clear and red When the summer's ceased it's gleaming, when the corn is past it's prime When adventure's lost it's meaning, I'll be homeward bound in time Tie me not to the pasture Chain me not to the plowSet 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 listening and in the road I'll stop and turn Then my thoughts will soon be racing as I'm rushing to your door And the path I'll be retracing 'til I'm homeward bound once more In the quiet misty morning when the moon has gone to bed When adventure's lost it's meaning I'll be homeward bound again