Coming Home
Words and Music by Buddy Comfort
© Laughing Tree Music 1985 - ASCAP
When clear rivers all run freely
When the air is clean
When old forests clothe the earth in green.
When the birdsong wakes each morning
Every heart that’s near
When all humans hold the earth as dear.
I’ll be comin’, I’ll be comin’, I’ll be comin’, I’ll be comin’ home.
When the angels sing in choirs
With the voice of man
When our children manifest God’s plan.
When our children’s hearts are lightened
From their burdens now endured
When the healing form is secured.
I’ll be comin’, I’ll be comin’, I’ll be comin’, I’ll be comin’ home.
When all nations come together
Without or poverty
When the human soul can be free.
When at last all is forgiven
In each human heart
When pursuit of peace becomes an art.
I’ll be comin’, I’ll be comin’, I’ll be comin’, I’ll be comin’ home.
When compassion sails the ethers
On the wings of grace.
And great blessings shine from every face.
When love’s fire fills the hearthstones
Of all families
When sweet music whispers on the breeze.
I’ll be comin’, I’ll be comin’, I’ll be comin’, I’ll be comin’ home.