I'm Going Home Lyrics - Alice's Restaurant - Arlo Guthrie

Like the tree that grows so tall 

Leaves turn gold and then they fall 

They've gone down but now they've grown 

They're going home 

Mountain streams may run and flow 

Clean the sands on which they go 

Stretching down like it had known 

It's going home 

Sunrise early in the dawn 

Slips away and then it's gone 

Leaves the night to carry on 

While it's going home 

Once a man he lived and died 

What he said, death could not hide 

Even though it's often tried 

But he was going home