The Long Way Home

Through the berries and the bracken ferns

Straying from the path at every turn

In the morning, we did roam

Through the meadow and by the brook

It didn't matter which way we took

We'd take the long way home

I was young and unafraid

You were the best dog ever made

You were young then, too

You were in your prime

I would sing and you would run

And when I called, sometimes you'd come

And going home we took our time

Ahh...

In my memory, in my dreams

You're still rambling up that stream

Chasing the stick and splashing up the foam

Scrambling up on the other shore

Hoping I'd throw that stick once more

We were in no hurry to be home

Ahh...

Through the meadow and by the brook

It didn't matter which way we took

We'd take the long way home

Now you're somewhere in a place beyond

Never again in this world to run (Bozo, Bozo)

And going home, the way is long...