like the tree that grows so tall leaves turn gold and then they fall they ve gone down but now they ve grown they re going home mountain streams may run and flow clean the sands on which they go stretching down like it had known it s going home sunrise early in the dawn slips away and then it s gone leaves the night to carry on while it s going home once a man he lived and died what he said death could not hide even though it s often tried but he was going home now my friends it s time to go and this love will live to grow and i want you all to know i m going home