There´s a stool along the road to freedom
Like a gipsy in a guilty cage
But rising has not always been bright
Destiny dreams are made

My days all run together
Like a timeless honeycomb
I find myself wishing I could drink again

Water from the wells of home
Water from the wells of home
Water from the wells of home

I´ve seen all your shining cities
Lean against the yellow sky
I´ve seen the down, and I´ll get better
I´ve seen many of strong men die
Well the troubled hearts in the worried men
Things that I´ve been showed
Keep me always returning to

Water from the wells of home

Water from the wells of home
Water from the wells of home

I want to come back some day to the water from the wells of home
Lord take me back someday to the water from the wells of home