Dying Day

I left home a long long time ago In a tin can for the road With a suitcase and some songs Chasing miles through the night time Making tracks with no time for looking back To the place where I belong How these days grow long But I'm on my way back hom

Somebody is whispering Tongues are a-twisting My eyes are glistening Say hello to your debutante And say bye-bye to true love I heard your bugle playing The sweetest music to my ears I'm not afraid of saying I'm close to tears We'll run away And I'll