From the recording Blue Fields
Lyrics
Cross the hills that are painted gold, down the stream where the river’s cold, I am coming home. Snow falls down on the 55. I tell myself that I’m still alive. I am coming home. Down in the town where the grass is blue, I can’t wait until I’m seeing you. I am coming home. Now I can say it’s a beautiful day. No, I’m here to stay.
Welcome back to peace, my friend. I’m so very glad to see you again. Northern life, I feel so alone but now I’m coming home. I’m coming home.
Way out west where potatoes grow, the hills rise high and the sun sets low, I am living now. I can’t see how people fall when they see the sky above McCall. I’m not leaving home. I’m not there to make it right, wipe your eyes, or say goodnight, but I will be there soon. I’ll always say it’s a beautiful day. I am here to stay.
Welcome back to peace, my friend. I’m so very glad to see you again. Northern life, I feel so alone but now I’m coming home. I’m coming home.