Yearning

Look down the road what do you see he's grinin

He's riding his horse with a rifle the only thing he was given

We haven't seen him in a long long time

He must be tired from where he's coming from

Run to the house heat up some stew for daddy

Go get the girls and make sure that they're ready

You used to ask, "when is he comin home?"

I used to question do I even know

And I would say, "Pappa's not comin home for a longtime

But he's got us in his heart and in his mind