Back Home Again John Denver (#5 in 1974)

There's a storm across the valley, Clouds are rollin' in,
The afternoon is heavy on your shoulders.
There's a truck out on the four lane a mile or more away,
The whinin' of his wheels just makes it colder.
He's an hour away from ridin' on your prayers up in the sky;
And ten days on the road are barely gone.
There's a fire softly burning, supper's on the stove
But it's the light in your eyes that makes him warm.
    Hey, it's good to be Back Home Again;
    Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend,
    Yes 'n' hey, it's good to be Back Home Again.

There's all the news to tell him; how'd you spend your time?
And what's the latest thing the neighbors say?
And your mother called last Friday; "Sunshine" made her cry,
And you felt the baby move just yesterday.
And oh, the time that I can lay this tired old body down
And feel your fingers feather soft upon me.
The kisses that I live for, the love that lights my way,
The happiness that livin' with you brings me.
It's the sweetest thing I know of, Just spendin' time with you,
It's the little things that make a house a home.
Like a fire softly burning and supper on the stove
And the light in your eyes that makes me warm.