There's a stool along the road to freedom   Like a gypsy in a guilty cage   But rising has not always been bright   Destiny dreams are made      My days all run together   Like a timeless honeycomb   I find myself wishing I could drink again   Water from the wells of home   Water from the wells of home   Water from the wells of home      I've seen all your shining cities   Lean against the yellow sky   I've seen the down, and I'll get better   I've seen many of strong men die      Well, the troubled hearts in the worried men   Things that I've been showed   Keep me always returning to   Water from the wells of home   Water from the wells of home   Water from the wells of home      I want to come back some day   To the water from the wells of home   Lord, take me back someday   To the water from the wells of home      I want to come back some day   To the water from the wells of home   I want to come back some day   To the water from the wells of home   Lord, take me back someday