John Denver

There's a storm across the valley, clouds are rollin' in
The afternoon is heavy on your shoulders.
There's a truck out on the four lane a mile or more away
The whinin' of his wheels just makes it colder.

He's an hour away from ridin' on your prayers up in the sky,
And ten days on the road are barely gone,
There's a fire softly burnin', supper's on the stove,
But it's the light in your eyes that makes him warm,

Hey, it's good to be back home again,
Sometimes this old farm feels like a long-lost friend,
Hey, it's good to be back home again.

There's all the news to tell him, how'd you spend your time,
And what's the latest thing the neighbors say?
And your mother called last Friday "Sunshine" made her cry,
And you felt the baby move just yesterday.

Hey, it's good to be back home again.
Sometimes this old farm seems like a long-lost friend.
Hey it's good to be back home again.

And oh the time that I can lay this tired old body down,
And feel your fingers feather soft upon me.
The kisses that I live for, the love that lights my way,
The happiness that livin' with you brings me.

It's the sweetest thing I know of just spending time with you
It's the little things that make a house a home.
Like a fire softly burnin' and supper on the stove and the
Light in your eyes that make me warm.

Hey, it's good to be back home again.
Sometimes this old arm feels like a long-lost friend.
Hey, it's good to be back home again.

Hey, it's good to be back home again.
Sometimes this old farm feels like a long-lost friend.
Hey, it's good to be back home again.