Have you been wearing holes in your boots out there Have you been kicking bones in the desert sand There's a wolf inside the cave and another in the clouds I've seen them chewing on, on the shadows in your eyes
And it's here at home I wait for your wanders to be still Oh it's here at home I wait for your wanders to be still And I wont drag my feet in whatever dirt you track in No I wont drag my feet in whatever dirt you track in
Will you look at me when your face shows the lines of years While you've been away I have needed your strong hands California hills will surely welcome us back home But the way toward the crop of gold is not far from the snow Oh, the way toward the crop of gold is not far from the snow
And it's here at home I wait for your wanders to be still Oh it's here at home I wait for your wanders to be still And I wont drag my feet in whatever dirt you track in No I wont drag my feet in whatever dirt you track in