She dreams of a house
out in the country
Walking around barefoot
with the chickens and goats
So I went out on the road
I saved up some money
Now we're leaving this city Baby,
it's time to go home
And the windows are open Always in the morning
Coffee and dishes And clothes on the line
And in the gathering dark On the hills in the evening
Put your head on my chest Watch the storm clouds roll by
It don't have to be some faraway dream
I can feel it getting closer
When you're singing with me For the first time I don't
Got the
words I just know
We'll pack up our things
When it's time to go home
And I carve both our
names
In the tree by the water
With the swing underneath Cause the branches are strong
And we make every meal
Straight from the garden
And thank God for all that we have in our home
It don't have to be some faraway dream I can feel it getting closer
When you're singing with me For the first time I don't
Got the words I just
know
We'll pack up our things
When it's time to go home
And she
dreams of a
house
out in the country Walking around
barefoot with the chickens and goats
So I went out on the road I saved up some money
Now we're leaving this city Baby,
it's time to go home