Way Back Home - Phil Keaggy

Way back home in the wild woods of my past

I ask what became of the lads and the friends

From school days gone by, gone by

I hope they all turned out alright

I remember the winding of the road that goes

To that old farm in Hubbard

And the old stone driveway doesn’t seem quite as long

It’s here that I learned my first song

There’s a warmth in a mother’s love for her child

She smiles as she chases fear away

And the boy feels very glad, oh so glad

And bravely runs to the woods to play

See the old red barn standing there

Just the same, the same as it did so long ago

And the water pump that took a part of me

Started me reliving that day when I was four

Way back home in the childhood of my past

I ask what becomes of a man who leaves behind

The memory of youth, of youth

Instead of looking back to live again