Mary Black - Home

^GTravelling at ^Am7night, the ^Cheadlights were ^Gbright And we’d been up ^D7many an ^Ghour All through my ^Am7brain, ^Ccame the re^Gfrain Of home and it’s ^D7warming ^Gfire

And home, sings me of ^Csweet ^Gthings My life there has it’s ^Down wings ^GFly over the ^Cmoun^Gtains ^BbThough I'm ^Am7standing ^D7still

The ^Gpeople I've ^Am7seen, they ^Ccome in be^Gtween The cities of ^D7tiring ^Glife And the ^Gtrains come and ^Am7go, but ^Cinside you ^Gknow The struggle will ^D7soon be a ^Gfight

And home, sings me of ^Csweet ^Gthings My life there has it’s ^Down wings ^GFly over the ^Cmoun^Gtains ^BbThough I'm ^Am7standing ^D7still

^GTravelling at ^Am7night, the ^Cheadlights were ^Gbright But soon the sun came ^D7through the ^Gtrees A^Ground the next ^Am7bend, the ^Cflowers will ^Gsend The sweet scent of ^D7home in the ^Gbreeze

And home, sings me of ^Csweet ^Gthings My life there has it’s ^Down wings ^GFly over the ^Cmoun^Gtains ^BbThough I'm ^Am7standing ^D7still ^GFly over the ^Cmoun^Gtains ^BbThough I'm ^Am7standing ^D7still