John Martyn
John Martyn
John Martyn
John Martyn
John Martyn
John Martyn
John Martyn
John Martyn
John Martyn
John Martyn
John Martyn
John Martyn
John Martyn
Rolling home
Sun's around my shoulders
Rolling home
I feel it getting colder
In my ear I hear the birds cry
Cry into the land
While beneath my feet the ship flies
Flies into the sand
Rolling home
Rolling home
Thoughts returning
Thoughts of what I told her
Thoughts returning
Thoughts as I get older
In my mind I hear her crying
Crying in the wind
In my mind I hear her crying
Her tears, they wheel and spin
Rolling home
I'm rolling home
Golden dawns
Are shining all around me
Golden dawns
That really think they've found me
And I know I will be happy
And laugh behind the song
And I know I will be happy
When she and I are one
Rolling home
I'm rolling home
Rolling Home was written by John Martyn.
Rolling Home was produced by Theo Johnson.