[Verse 1]

Come back here when the last train’s leaving

Leaving fields behind

Leaving all the glass and signal

Fading from your mind

Give me your hand to hold, hand to hold tonight

Your heart out in the open, breathing soft and light

Lay your head in our bed, darling, under sky so wide

Turn away from the lights of the city, they burn fast, they show no pity

Turn from the glare, it’s hollow shining everywhere

Evening is falling, I hear you lost, your spirit calling

Come to the hills where I am waiting, come home to me

Come home to me

[Chorus]

Home is where the gate swings open, home is where the wild things grow

Home is where your name is spoken soft as rivers flowing slow

A quiet fire as we grow old, hands held through the morning cold

Oh, just come home to me, oh please come home to me

[Verse 2]

Come back here where the air is clearer, where the hedgerows wind

Where the earth and sky together leave the noise behind

Give me your love to hold, love to hold so tight

Your heart beneath the stars, steady in their light

Lay your head in our bed, darling, leave the restless fight

[Chorus]

Home is where the gate swings open, home is where the wild things grow

Home is where your name is spoken soft as rivers flowing slow

A quiet fire as we grow old, hands held through the morning cold

Oh, just come home to me, oh please come home to me

[Verse 3]

Come back here and try to feel this, wind across the grain

All the distant thunder softens into summer rain

Give me your love to hold, love to hold tonight

Your heart within my hands, gentle, full and bright

Lay your head in our bed, darling, let it all be right

Turn away from the pull of the city, it runs deep but shows no pity

Turn from the race, it leaves no shelter, no true place

Twilight is calling, I see you worn, your spirit falling

Come to the fields where love is growing, come home to me

Come home to me

[Chorus]

Home is where the gate swings open, home is where the wild things grow

Home is where your name is spoken soft as rivers flowing slow

Home is where the gate swings open, home is where the wild things grow

Home is where your name is spoken soft as rivers flowing slow

A quiet fire as we grow old, hands held through the morning cold

Oh, just come home to me, oh please come home to me

Oh, just come home to me, oh please come home to me