Last Trip Home

I wish I could go home again,

One time, before I die,

To where the grass seems always green,

And mountains touch the sky,.

I wish that I could see again,

The old farm I once knew,

I see it in my mind’s eye now,

The corn is wet with dew.

I wonder if the old shed stands,

Wherein, my youth I played,

And is that wooden fence still there,

That dad and granddad made?

It wont be long till harvest time,

The reaper’s coming soon,

I wish I could go home again,

And see the farm in June.

God’s hand upon the meadow,

Wild Flowers blossom now,

The planter resting in the barn,

Beside the idle plough.

The rake be rusting in the yard,

It’s seen its better days,

How much I’m like that implement,

In many, many ways.

Oh God, please take me home again,

To that farm I once knew,

Thank you Lord, I see it now,

It’s coming into view.

I’m here, Oh Lord, I’m home again,

This once, before I die,

To where the grass seems always green,

And mountains touch the sky.