OUR HOMETOWN

These roads will take me back home To the blazing, crimson sky The smell of fresh bread from the bakery All of my friends gathered up A gust of win blows, please tell my friends My soul will return to the sky above our hometown White clouds float across, please tell my friends My bones will be buried in the earth under our hometown Leave the gates wide open, I'll be thеre Swing your chair, darlin You'll know when I'll be thеre On the rock, brave eagles flying ahead Tilt your hats off friends I'll see you again High above is the grey sky High above is the grey grey sky These roads will take me back home Sticks and stones won't bury my bones