Water From The Wells Of Home

There's a stool along the road to freedom Like a gipsy in a guilty cage But rising has not always been bright Destiny dreams are made My days all run together Like a timeless honeycomb I find myself wishing I could drink again Water from the wells of home Water from the wells of home Water from the wells of home I've seen all your shining cities Lean against the yellow sky I've seen the down, and I'll get better I've seen many of strong men die Well the troubled hearts in the worried men Things that I've been showed Keep me always returning to Water from the wells of home Water from the wells of home Water from the wells of home I want to come back some day to the water from the wells of home Lord take me back someday to the water from the wells of home I want to come back some day to the water from the wells of home I want to come back some day to the water from the wells of home Lord take me back someday to the water from the wells of home