To the land of my fathers I now must return
You know, it's not that I care to roam
Leaving you here, by your wheel and your urn
Leaving love, leaving life, leaving home
Yet, as evening must follow the morn
All those visions, once bright, are now gone
And the dim light of dusk is now turning to dark
Yet I know that I must carry on
I must carry on
Chasing faint echoes of memory through time
I must search in the hope that I find
As I come down the mountain, it crosses my mind
That I seek what I have left behind
And the brightening that comes before dawn
Brings on visions of men dead and gone
All those heroes of legend have taught us no wrong
When they say we must persevere on
We must persevere on
Retracing my footsteps through wind and through rain
Knowing soon I'll be dry, I'll be warm
Now, as I lie down beside you again
I know that I have finally found home
And the piper returns to his horn
And the tillsman comes back to the corn
And those visions of old, which once drove me so cold
Have forever and finally gone
Yes, they've finally gone