By enya, cornet by steve sidwell

each time on my leaving home
i run back to my mother's arms,
one last hold and then it's over.

watching me, you know i cry,
you wave a kiss to say goodbye,
feel the sky fall down upon me!

all i am,
a child with promises
all i have
are miles full of promises of home.

if only i could stay with you,
my train moves on, you're gone from view,
now i must wait until it's over.

days will pass, your words to me,
it seems so long; eternity,
but i must wait until it's over