Wish I were down home, again.

My wife is walking down the street,
Walking on her very feet.
On her very feet.

I'll be gone.
I'll be home.
I'll be gone.
I'll be home.

My children they all have to die
Dead or born to wonder why.
Dead or born to wonder why.

I'll be gone.
I'll be home.
I'll be gone.
I'll be home.

Wish I were down home, again.

The parents and the kings of gold
Waiting deaf, all bought and sold.
Waiting deaf, all bought and sold

I'll be gone.
I'll be home.
I'll be gone.
I'll be home.

Wish I were down home, again.

The friends all in the army now,
Either pick or solid plough.
Pick or soldid plow.

I'll be gone.
I'll be home.
I'll be gone.
I'll be home.

Wish I were down home, again.

The telling and the told to blind,
The kneeling and the stand behind - stay behind.

I'll be gone.
I'll be home.
I'll be gone.
I'll be home.

Wish I were down home, again.

The thinking and believing mob,
The hoping trying win-lost hop.
Win-lost hop.

I'll be gone.
I'll be home.
I'll be gone.
I'll be home.

Wish I were down home, again.

The twos when ten is twelve to count
The broken jars all church-yard bound.
Churchyard bound.

I'll be gone.
I'll be home.
I'll be gone.
I'll be home.

Wish I were down home, again.

The sunny idols shrinking shrine
Out-projected better mine.
Better mine.

I'll be gone.
I'll be home.
I'll be gone.
I'll be home.

Wish I were down home, again.

My wives are walking down the street
Walking on their very feet - on their very feet.

I'll be gone.
I'll be home.
I'll be gone.
I'll be home.

Wish I were down home, again.