The Last Stop Before Home

The next stop is the one I've waited for so long, So eager now to see the smiling folks back home, For memory now plays an old well-known love song, Ever drawing one back, no matter where they roam. So eager now to see the smiling folks back home, And to frequent all the places that I used to go! It ever draws one back, no matter where they roam, Like honeycomb draws bees, toward golden tomorrow. And to frequent all the places that I used to go, I'll surely take the pleasure of a prolonged visit. Like honeycomb draws bees toward golden tomorrow, Skies tell the late hour, when stained and vivid! I'll surely take the pleasure of a prolonged visit, For memory now plays an old well-known love song. Skies tell the late hour, when stained and vivid, The next stop is the one I've waited for so long!