Rolling Home

Written by: 
J. Martyn
1 Oct 1967

Rolling home,
Sun's around my shoulders.
Rolling home,
I feel it getting colder.
In my ear I hear the birds cry,
Cry into the land.
While beneath my feet the ship flies,
Flies into the sand.

Rolling home,
Rolling home,
Thoughts returning,
Thoughts of what I told her.
Thoughts returning,
Thoughts as I get older.

In my mind I hear her crying,
Crying in the wind.
In my mind I hear her crying,
Her tears, they wheel and spin.
Rolling home,
I'm rolling home...

{hippie music}

Golden dawns
Are shining all around me.
Golden dawns,
That really think they've found me.
And I know I will be happy
And laugh behind the song.
And I know I will be happy
When she and I are one.
Rolling home,
I'm rolling home...

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