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.