Lyrics of Sunshine and Shadow/Bein' Back Home
BEIN' BACK HOME
HOME agin, an' home to stay— Yes, it's nice to be away.Plenty things to do an' see,But the old place seems to meJest about the proper thing.Mebbe 'ts 'cause the mem'ries clingCloser 'round yore place o' birth'N ary other spot on earth.
W'y it's nice jest settin' here,Lookin' out an' seein' clear,'Thout no smoke, ner dust, ner hazeIn these sweet October days. What's as good as that there lane,Kind o' browned from last night's rain?'Pears like home has got the startWhen the goal's a feller's heart.
What's as good as that there jayScreechin' up'ards towards the graySkies? An' tell me, what's as fineAs that full-leafed pumpkin vine?Tow'rin' buildin's—yes, they're good;But in sight o' field and wood,Then a feller understan's'Bout the house not made with han's.
Let the others rant an' roamWhen they git away from home;Jest gi' me my old setteeAn' my pipe beneath a tree;Sight o' medders green an' still,Now and then a gentle hill,Apple orchards, full o' fruit,Nigh a cider press to boot—
That's the thing jest done up brown;D'want to be too nigh to town;Want to have the smells an' sights,An' the dreams o' long still nights,With the friends you used to knowIn the keerless long ago—Same old cronies, same old folks,Same old cider, same old jokes.
Say, it's nice a-gittin' back,When yore pulse is growin' slack,An' yore breath begins to wheezeLike a fair-set valley breeze;Kind o' nice to set aroun'On the old familiar groun',Knowin' that when Death does come,That he'll find you right at home.