Idaho
Willy Braun
This roomless fire drifts away
A failed attempt to warm my bones
Scarce are the signs of child's play
This cold is useless without the snow
And I'm on the road
Bound for home
Back to what I know
Back to Idaho
There's a river tumblin' down the mountainside
I can feel the north wind blow
Through the trees and over to the other side
Carry me down to the valley below
And I'm on the road
Bound for home
Back to what I know
Back to Idaho
Soles of my shoes succumb to the miles
My ragged clothes left frayed and torn
Admist the solitude and silence
Under the snow capped peaks where I was born
And I'm on my own
But I'm finally home
Never more to roam
From Idaho
Idaho