Homesick Ways - Blue Bear

I was walking alone near the old Spanish home

There was fog in the air;

rustic junipers I swear

near the old Spanish home

It was there that I found letters scattered on the ground

And the trail of his words flooded to me from the earth

near the old Spanish home

And they said «please come down,

from that state you’re in

honey you can tell»

But I’ve seen

When the photographs they fade

and the films they serenade my homesick ways

And I’ve seen

when the only source of light

Is the moon that fills the night and lit the way

The way back home

And the words that I read

Burn a hole inside my head

Written many years ago, near a town in Mexico

Near the old Spanish home

They said «please come down,

from that state you’re in

honey you can tell»

But I’ve seen

When the photographs they fade

and the films they serenade my homesick ways

And I’ve seen

when the only source of light

Is the moon that fills the night and lit the way

The way back home

Oooh, ooh

And they said «please come down,

from that state you’re in

honey you can tell»

Oh, I’ve seen

When the photographs they fade

and the films they serenade my homesick ways

And I’ve seen

when the only source of light

Is the moon that fills the night and lit the way

The way back home

Yeah, I’ve seen

When the photographs they fade

and the films they serenade my homesick ways

And I’ve seen

when the only source of light

Is the moon that fills the night and lit the way

The way back home