Phil Coulter-Take Me Home

 

Phil Coulter-Take Me Home

 

 

 

I sit here drinking while the sun is sinking low o'er the mountain and the dry dusty ground.
As the night is fallin', I start recallin' the nights in my own home town.
I see their faces in familiar places, I hear the music that we played back then:
My heart rejoices as I hear their voices calling me home again.
Home, oh! Take me home, home to the people I left behind.
Home to the love I know I'll find: oh! Take me home.
As the sky is burning, my mind is turning to the cold winter evenings by my own fireside.
So far away now, but any day now, I'll sail on the morning tide.
Home, oh! Take me home, home to the people I left behind.
Home to the love I know I'll find: oh! Take me home.