Water From The Wells Of Home

There's a stool along the road to freedom

Like a gipsy in a guilty cage

But rising has not always been bright

Destiny dreams are made



My days all run together

Like a timeless honeycomb

I find myself wishing I could drink again



Water from the wells of home

Water from the wells of home

Water from the wells of home



I've seen all your shining cities

Lean against the yellow sky

I've seen the down, and I'll get better

I've seen many of strong men die



Well the troubled hearts in the worried men

Things that I've been showed

Keep me always returning to



Water from the wells of home

Water from the wells of home

Water from the wells of home



I want to come back some day to the water from the wells of home

Lord take me back someday to the water from the wells of home

I want to come back some day to the water from the wells of home

I want to come back some day to the water from the wells of home

Lord take me back someday to the water from the wells of home