When I die won’t you burry me

In the town where I was born

Most of my life I’ve been rambiling frre

When I die I want to come back home



Ever since I was a baby child

I knew I was born to roam

I had to climb to the top of the hill

Just to see what lies beyond

Now seasons change and I am still the same,

I don’t belong to anyone

Still a piece of me will always be

Sitting in my homw town sun



In my time I have seen ten thousand sitting suns

And I made my bed where I lay my head

And it never hurt any one

It could be said some one like me

Ain’t nothing but a prodical son

And just like that prodical boy I’m going

To finish off where I begun