Home from the Forest Songtext / Lyric

She touched his grizzled fingers
And she called him by his name
And then he heard the joyful sound
Of children at their games
In an old house on a hillside
In some forgotten town
Where the river runs down
From the forest With a mighty roar the big jets soar
Above the canyon streets
And the con men con but life goes on
For the city never sleeps
And to an old forgotten soldier
The dawn will come no more
For the old man has come home
From the forest
Songwriters: LIGHTFOOT, GORDON
Home From The Forest lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Moose Music Ltd./Early Morning Music Ltd.