Honking horns and rumbling subways Count my days, hurt my ears. Come the night, my dreams are shattered By a string of nameless fears. In the dark I fold my hands, Close my eyes and then I hear: Lofty pines on misty mountain, Whistling winds that called to me: "Come home, come home, - they sing, - my darling, To a land, that`s wild and free! Come home, come home, my will, my darling, Cause true love`s waiting there for me