My face to the sky, my back to the wind Winter is entering my bones The day has been long, and the night's drawing in And I'm thinking of heading for home And I'm thinking of heading for home The cradle and grave, the fruit and the seed The seasons they mirror my own The geese flying south are calling to me And I'm thinking of heading for home And I'm thinking of heading for home Home Always on the move, with banner unfurled Yet gathering moss on a stone I sing to the children and cry for the world And I'm thinking of heading for home And I'm thinking of heading for home Heading for home As time's my old friend and death's my new kin I'm not taking the journey alone I am old, I am young, and I'm all that I've been And I'm thinking of heading for home And I'm thinking of heading for home Home The memory of love will burn in my heart Til embers and ashes are gone The light in your window is my northern star And I'm thinking of heading for home And I'm thinking of heading for home Home