I hear that train rolling down the line

Everyday the same old time

The whistle blows a pretty song

And it takes me home but it don't take long

 

Summertime to fade away

Falling leaves and shorter days

The wind it blows a pretty song

And it takes me home but it don't take long

 

The river flows around the bend

It is my neighbor and it is my friend

And it sings a pretty song

And it takes me home but it don't take long

 

I hear the locusts all through the night

All around me till skies are light

And they sing a pretty song

And it takes me home but it don't take long

 

I see the wind run through the trees

Tucked within an autumn breeze

And it sings a pretty song

And it takes me home but it don't take long

 

I smell the fire, Lord it keeps me warm

I hear the thunder from the storm

And it sings a pretty song

And it takes me home but it don't take long

 

I hear that train rolling down the line

Everyday the same old time

The whistle blows a pretty song

And it takes me home but it don't take long

TAKES ME HOME

Written by Pete Kartsounes 2001