I Must Be Going Home

All the city lights, they burn outside our window With the fleeing of an autumn afternoon; I'll she'd a tear if I look down upon our river Feeling close and knowing I'll be going soon. I grew lonesome on the road Until I met you here that night We talked and drank some wine And I was blinded in your light, But there's a lady in Montana And I love her, so I must be going home I should have kept on going when I had the mind to; I should have left you here so many times before. Now your eyes reflect a face that's quite unknowing If this pain inside is worth the open door. But the highway's ringing clear, And the morning sun is low Blue November winds are blowing, I must leave before the snow Cause there's a lady in Montana And I love her, so I must be going home. There were many times I wanted to forget her In the early morning hours here with you, But my heart, it lies among the Rocky Mountains With a lady there who's always been so true. I could hold you here forever, I could try and find a way We could spend our time together, But it's morning, and I pray That there's a lady in Montana And I love her, so I must be going home. --- I Must Be Going Home - Bill Staines