Текст и слова песни John Denver – Back Home Again
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 burning; supper s on the stove
but it s the light in your eyes that makes him warm.
Chorus:
Hey, it s good to be back home again
Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend
Yes, n, hey it s good to be back home again
After all the news to tell him: how s 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.
Chorus
Bridge:
And oh, the time that I can lay this tired old body down
and feel your fingers feather soft up-on 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 burning and supper on the stove.
And the light in your eyes that makes me warm.
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 burning; supper s on the stove
but it s the light in your eyes that makes him warm.
Chorus:
Hey, it s good to be back home again
Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend
Yes, n, hey it s good to be back home again
After all the news to tell him: how s 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.
Chorus
Bridge:
And oh, the time that I can lay this tired old body down
and feel your fingers feather soft up-on 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 burning and supper on the stove.
And the light in your eyes that makes me warm.
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