the migrant

i know that your weed fields need working

and there's just time before the rain starts to fall

but i cannot stay for the harvest

'cause tonight i'm headin' down south goodbye i'll see you all

i hear there's a while line a hirin' hands out in texas

so i guess i'll go and brush a well or two

can you wait until i'm makin' up to get us through the winter

for the days are short and cold and work is scarce

mhm

the fragnance of your hair is in each meadow

and your smile has touched the wind

and as i work my way closer to you

it feels so good to be close to home again

when the leaves fall from the trees

look out your window

oh yeah

and you'll see me coming up the road

run as fast as you can out to meet me

and throw your arms around me

baby

'cause baby

i'm home. i finally got back home

home sweet home

it's too good to be back home.