Lyrics:
words and music by Arlo GuthrieLike the tree that grows so tallLeaves turn gold and then they fallThey've gone down, now they've grownThey're going homeMountain streams may run and flowClean the sands on which they goStretching down like it had knownIt's going homeSunrise early in the dawnSlips away, then it's goneLeaves the night to carry onWhile it's going homeOnce a man he lived and diedWhat he said death could not hideEven though it's often triedBut he was going homeNow my friends it's time to goAnd this love will live to growAnd I want you all to knowI'm going home