The changing of sunlight to moonlight
Oh, how they fill my eyes
The greetings of people in trouble
Oh, how they fill my eyes
And all my sorrow, sad tomorrow
Take me back to my old home
And all my cryin, feel I'm dyin, dyin
Take me back to my old home
I'm changing, arranging, changing
The world is a bad place, bad place
Oh, but I don't wanna die
And all my sorrow, sad tomorrow
Take me back to my old home
And all my cryin, feel I'm dyin, dyin
Take me back to my old home
Take me back, take me back