(Marshall Wilborn)      Way up north where the snow flies   And the sun don't hardly shine   If it weren't for my true love   I'd've long ago lost my mind.   I'd've long ago lost my mind.      There's good folks here and good folks there   Most everywhere I go   But the land of my heart is down   Where the snow white cotton grows.   Where the snow white cotton grows.      When the river runs over from the melting snow   We will take to the higher ground   When the water goes down again, we'll saddle our old paint   We'll be homeward bound.   Me and my love will be homeward bound.      --- Mandolin Instrumental ---      Heartstrings hold tighter than the roots of a live oak tree   Holding through tornado wind   Tougher than timber, stronger than steel   They'll guide me back southward again.   They'll guide me back southward again.      When the river runs over from the melting snow   We will take to the higher ground   When the water goes down again, we'll saddle our old paint   We'll be homeward bound.   Me and my love will be homeward bound...