Home - Sam Cooke

O, when shadows fall

and trees whisper day is ending

My thoughts are even when they home

O when crickets call

my heart is forever yearning

Someday to be returning home

When the hills conceal the setting sun

Stars begin a-peepin, one by one

Night covers all and no fortune may for sale

My dreams will ever take for home

Night covers all and no fortune may for sale

My dreams will ever take for home