FLY ON HOME           John Martyn


Climbed on the train,
The window rolled down, so did a tear,
And seeing you cry
Was like the very first time
When we parted in the dews and dusty streets.
There, alone, I felt the station on my feet.
Fly home,
Go away on down the line,
You put your face into the wind
Let your tears fly home.


Trod on my way,
Past the silly girlie who looked at my shoes.
And climbing the streets
The evening shuddered in my coat
And I tooked where I had been.
A train, a snake, a chain of people on the rails.
Fly home,
(Like  a  )  nothing left of sunshine,
The twinkle of her eyes, yes,
Let your tears fly home.
Put your face into the wind, little girlie,
Let your tears fly home,
Let your tears fly home.