 Homeward Bound (Words to the song) Reflectively. Words and Music by Robert Leland Fleming We sing of a school on Hindu-stan's soil, in Landour o'er the Doon, Up near the sky, 'mid rugged blue hills, Up near the sil - very moon. When the skies a - bove have be-gun to gray and the sun sinks in the west, when the win - ter line is a - glow we say, that's the time we love the best, for we'll be homeward bound to that cot-tage so fair where our loved ones wait for us there. From the hills of blue comes this song to you: Oh, we are home - ward bound. Next - Shadows  Woodstock Songs - contentsPrevious - Bells of Mussoorie
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