Homeward Bound (Words to the song)
Reflectively. Words and Music by Robert Leland Fleming
We sing of a school on Hindu-stan's soil,
in Landour o'er the Doon,
Up near the sky, 'mid rugged blue hills,
Up near the sil - very moon.
When the skies a - bove have be-gun to gray
and the sun sinks in the west,
when the win - ter line is a - glow we say,
that's the time we love the best,
for we'll be homeward bound to that cot-tage so fair
where our loved ones wait for us there.
From the hills of blue
comes this song to you:
Oh, we are home - ward bound.
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