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