Too many mountains to climb before I die
Silver and gold won't buy me no time
Watching it all from my little town below
I ride on down to the river that does not flow
So don't you cry lord
I'm coming home to you
Don't you cry lord
I'm coming home to you
I feel the fall wind creeping up behind
Laced up in the kin where I once lie
Acting in his tribe as if he does not know
I fall behind the eyes of the crow
So don't you cry lord
I'm coming home to you
Don't you cry lord
I'm coming home to you
It's been a long summer
It's been a long summer
So don't you cry lord
I'm coming home to you
Don't you cry lord
I'm coming home to you