The time has come
And I'm on my way,
To see where I first
Saw the light of day;
And sit in the shade
Of the old oak tree,
Or cherish the spot
Where it used to be. It's a long way,
But I'm going back,
To where I was born
In a country shack;
And if the old shanty
Has fallen apart,
God help me to live
With a broken heart.