[Verse 1] The hills roll gold beneath the fading sun, Old terracotta roofs, the day's nearly done. Dust on my shoes, stories to be told I walk through the vineyard, back to my home. [Pre-Chorus] Every breath is a memory stirred, Woody vines and woven whispers. The grapes lie waiting, purple and sweet, The earth gives softly beneath my feet. [Chorus] I’m coming home — ritorno a casa mia, Through rows of green and purple fire. The air tastes like fine wine, And the heart of the hills beats in mine. [Verse 2] The house stands quiet by the olive grove, Smoke from the chimney curls above Voices echo down the lane, Names I haven’t heard in a while [Chorus] I’m coming home — ritorno a casa mia, Through rows of green and purple fire. The air tastes like fine wine, And the heart of the hills beats in mine. [Verse 3] Someone’s singing by the gate, A harvest song of long ago, Still finds its way, still seems to know. Bentornata, figlia del vento, [Final Chorus] I’m home again — sotto il cielo d’oro, Where the vines remember every sorrow. The air tastes like fine wine, And the hills hold this heart of mine. [Outro] As the dusk folds into grace, I find my place, Back to the vines... Back to the vines- I’m coming home — ritorno a casa mia, Ritorno a casa mia,
