[Verse 1] The ferry pulls in past the harbor wall I’ve carried your hills in my head through it all My old coat smells of salt and the road I’m bringing it back where the rain runs cold [Chorus] I’m coming home, I’m coming home Past the bent gate and the field of stone Keep the kettle on, leave the porch light wide I’m coming home to the hills inside [Verse 2] There’s a crack in the step and a mark on the door The same wee table, the same worn floor I’ll tell you the miles, then forget half the tale When I hear your laugh in the west wind’s wail [Chorus] I’m coming home, I’m coming home Past the bent gate and the field of stone Keep the kettle on, leave the porch light wide I’m coming home to the hills inside [Outro] Aye, I’m home now, let the old days roam Set one more cup—I’ve come home
