Way up north where the snow flies
And the sun don't hardly shine
If it weren't for my true love
I'd've long ago lost my mind.
I'd've long ago lost my mind.

There's good folks here and 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 will 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.

--- Mandolin Instrumental ---

Heartstrings hold tighter than the roots of a live oak tree
Holding through tornado wind
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 will 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...