The line of the horizon stretches far as I can see I have come by the highway home This dry and dusty road turns to clouds beneath my feet I have come by the highway home  Past the stubble of the cornfield and the lonely blackbird’s song I have come by the highway home In the broken light of oak trees that have stood here all along I have come by the highway home Can you see the first star of the blue night   Can you hear the soft cicada drone Can you feel the warmth of the moonlight I have come by the highway home Just around the bend the chimney’s ribbon of smoke I have come by the highway home In the blue black morning all the windows all aglow I have come by the highway home Can you see the dogs jumping at the back door Can you hear the mourning dove moan Can you feel the sunlight on the wood floor  I have come by the highway home When you hear the sound of church bells ringing through the town I have come by the highway home In the painting of the sky as the setting sun goes down I have come by the highway home I have come by the highway home