I'm going home from distant hills
To kindness and to milk and honey.
My fire-place is burning funny,
My plates are filling with the meals.
I have to do a lot of things -
Make both ends meet with you together,
While I won't swept by stormy weather,
While I won't eaten by the beasts.
Chorus:
I'm going, going home,
Where's coming up the ray.
I'm going, going home
And there's no any way.
The fog has hung above the way,
But I should go to earn more money.
I haven't seen the plates and honey,
Where I have been so far away.
But I will pass through fog and storm,
And I will break my bad behaviour.
When you will help me, ah, my Saviour,
I'm going home, I'm going home!..
Chorus.
I m Going Home
© Copyright: Юрий Розвадовский, 2008
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