Lyrics:

(Marshall Wilborn) Way up north where the snow flies and the sun don't hardly shine If it weren't for my true love, I'd long ago lost my mind I'd long ago lost my mind There's good folks here, good folks there, most everywhere I go But the land of my heart is down where the snow white cotton grows Where the snow white cotton grows When the river runs over from the melting snow, we'll take to the higher ground When the water goes down again we'll saddle our old paint We'll be homeward bound Me and my love will be homeward bound Heartstrings hold tighter than the roots of a live oak tree Holdin' through tornado winds Tougher than timber, stronger than steel They'll guide me back southward again They'll guide me back southward again When the river runs over from the melting snow, we'll take to the higher ground And when the water goes down again we'll saddle our old paint We'll be homeward bound Me and my love will be homeward bound