Way up north where the snow flies and the sun don´t hardly shine
If it weren´t for my true love, I´d long ago lost my mind
I´d long ago lost my mind

There´s good folks here, good folks there, most everywhere I go
But the land of my heart is down where the snow white cotton grows
Where the snow white cotton grows

When the river runs over from the melting snow, we´ll take to the higher ground
When the water goes down again we´ll saddle our old paint
We´ll be homeward bound
Me and my love will be homeward bound

Heartstrings hold tighter than the roots of a live oak tree
Holdin´ through tornado winds
Tougher than timber, stronger than steel
They´ll guide me back southward again
They´ll guide me back southward again

When the river runs over from the melting snow, we´ll take to the higher ground
And when the water goes down again we´ll saddle our old paint
We´ll be homeward bound
Me and my love will be homeward bound