Country Roads Swift Return, Shamar RInpoche

COUNTRY ROADS, BRING HIM HOME
(Composed in a slightly hidden way)
Almost heaven, sweet Virginia
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River.
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, growin' like a breeze.
CHORUS : Country roads, bring Him home
To the place He belongs:
Sweet Virginia, mountain mama
bring Him home, country roads.
All my mem'ries gather 'round Him:
Mind training, stranger to no one.
Deep and lightly, dancing in the sky*
Taste of youthful moonshine**, teardrop in my eye.
CHORUS
I hear her voice, in the mornin' hours she calls Him
This song will remind Him of his home far a-way
And walkin' up the path I make the wish that
He'll come home some happy day, happy day......
CHORUS
*Kacho Wangpo (second Shamarpa)
** Gampopa