Traveling at night, the headlights were bright    And we抎 been up many an hour    And all through my brain    Came the refrain    Of home and it抯 warming fire       CHORUS    And Home    Sings me of sweet things    My life there has it抯 own wings    To fly over the mountains    Though I'm standing still       The people I've seen    They come in between    The cities of tiring life    The trains come and go,    But inside you know    The struggle will soon be a fight       CHORUS       Traveling at night,    The headlights were bright.    But soon the sun came through the trees    Around the next bend    The flowers will send    The sweet scene of home in the breeze       CHORUS