A book will be left open,
A letter, unwritten.
From a tree a leave will fall,
And I will walk away from you.
There, my chair will remain,
With no one to sit in it.
There, my love will remain
Between the old walls.
That'll be my home
When I go away.
That'll be my home
When I say good-bye to you.
That'll be my home
When I say good-bye to you.
That'll be my home
When I go away.
The dust upon the furniture
Covers our prints.
The wind erases our memories,
Carrying off our love.
An unextinguished taper
Will fall upon the table,
A light will go out,
And a door will close.
That'll be my home
When I go away.
That'll be my home
When I say good-bye to you.
That'll be my home
When I say good-bye to you.
That'll be my home
When I go away.
That'll be my home
When I go away.
That'll be my home
When I say good-bye to you.
That'll be my home
When I go away.
Long will be the journey
In my desolation.
Long will be the journey
In my desolation!