Traveling at night, the headlights were bright   And we'd been up many an hour   And all through my brain   Came the refrain   Of home and it's warming fire.      Chorus:   And Home   Sings me of sweet things   My life there has it's own wings   To fly over the mountains   Though I'm standing still.      The people I've seen   They come in between   The cities of tiring life   The trains come and go   But inside you know   The struggle will soon be a fight.      Chorus:   And Home   Sings me of sweet things   My life there has it's own wings   To fly over the mountains   Though I'm standing still.      Traveling at night   The headlights were bright   But soon the sun came through the trees   Around the next bend   The flowers will send   The sweet scene of home in the breeze.      Chorus:   And Home   Sings me of sweet things   My life there has it's own wings   To fly over the mountains   Though I'm standing still...