A           E                 A                D 
In the quiet, misty morning, when the moon has gone to bed, 
         A                   F#m             A                E 
When the sparrows stop their singing and the sky is clear and red, 
          A                  E                  A                D 
When the summer's ceased its gleaming, when the corn is past its prime, 
     A                    F#m              D                 A 
When adventure's lost its meaning, I'll be homeward bound in time. 
 
        D          A                 D          E 
Bind me not to the pasture. Chain me not to the plow. 
       D               F#m              A             E 
Set me free to find my calling and I'll return to you somehow. 
 
        A                  E                  A             D 
If you find it's me you're missing, if you're hoping I'll return, 
         A                    F#m                A                 E 
To your thoughts I'll soon be list'ning; in the road I'll stop and turn. 
          A                E            A                D 
Then the wind will set me racing as my journey nears its end, 
        A              F#m              D                A 
And the path I'll be retracing when I'm homeward bound again. 
 
        D          A                 D          E          
Bind me not to the pasture. Chain me not to the plow. 
       D               F#m              A             E 
Set me free to find my calling and I'll return to you somehow. 
 
        A           E                 A                D 
In the quiet, misty morning, when the moon has gone to bed, 
         A                   F#m              D                A 
When the sparrows stop their singing, I’ll be homeward bound again.