verse 1 I lay awake for a night Drenched in anguish and bright light I dreamt about an ancient house And a slow Southern home verse 2 I was there, and so were you Not a word was spoke, nothing new It was old, all was known Like a sheep to the fold verse 3 A blind man sang, bells of joy I was a stranger, but still a boy My parents dead, the vines had grown Through my slow Southern home verse 4 In those eyes, I had no name They had seen fear, and all was vain Bells of joy he did sing His noise did ring and ring and ring Verse 5 And everyone must come back The flames have risen, the plumes were black And if you're welcomed home by friends It won't ever be the same again