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letra de coming home - vera johnson

it was winter when i left there
and the sunlight sprinkled diamonds on the snow
but my heart was rimed with h–r-frost
so i turned my back on all i used to know
but i’m coming back in summеr
when the streets and fields arе drowsing in the sun
and i feel a warmth inside me
reaching out to hug and welcome everyone

well, the sky was grey at gatwick
when i stepped on board the plane – i’m coming home
then we skimmed the clouds to glasgow
and we landed in the rain – i’m coming home
we’ll be stopping next in iceland
then new york and montreal – i’m coming home
then i’ll take off for regina
that’s the final port of call – i’m coming home
they have paved the road i lived on
and have turned the wooden sidewalks to cement
there are homes and lawns and gardens
in the lots where once wild roses spread their scent
the buses now are gliding
where the street-cars used to lurch and creak and sway
and my friends have all grown older
but their faces light with smiles the same old way

there is magic on the prairie
when a pink and lemon sunrise stains the sky
or a meadow-lark spills liquid notes
a curlew answers with his lonesome cry
there is magic in remembrance
of the people and the places that we knew
when the days were ripe with promise
and our dreams as fresh as early morning dew
well, the sky was grey at gatwick
when i stepped on board the plane – i’m coming home
then we skimmed the clouds to glasgow
and we landed in the rain – i’m coming home
we’ll be stopping next in iceland
then new york and montreal – i’m coming home
then i’ll take off for regina
that’s the final port of call – i’m coming home

- vera johnson

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