"Home Sings Me Of Sweet Things..."
When your heart is a bit broken by parting from loved ones just visited, home had better step up. And home did.
So many ways, starting with a gift of 4th Street Farm eggs on the front porch. What a beautiful welcome home.
Traveling at night, the headlights were bright
But soon the sun came through the trees
Around the next bend, the flowers will send
The sweet smell of home in the breeze
And home sings me of sweet things
My life there has its own wings
Fly over the mountains
Though I'm standing still
Full lyrics here.
Hat tip TK for help with identifying Karla Bonoff as the songwriter.