Clean the sands on which they go
Once a man he lived and died
Leaves the night to carry on

Slips away and then it's gone
Mountain streams may run and flow
It's going home
Even though it's often tried
And this love will live to grow
Stretching down like it had known
What he said, death could not hide
Now my friends it's time to go
And I want you all to know

But he was going home

They've gone down but now they've grown
While it's going home
I'm going home
They're going home

Sunrise early in the dawn