Coming Home
I am coming home again
in time for the roses.
I will walk from the train
and when I pass through the town,
I won't take time to sit down
and pass the time of day.
I'll just say hello
and be on my way.
And when I reach the stream,
I may stop and dream
and touch the wild roses for a little while
and touch the carved tree
that kept our secret.
And when I reach that sacred ground
where I last laid you down,
where your love went to sleep
in the hollow of the deep,
I'll place the roses by your feet
while I weep, while I weep.
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