The daylight hours are dying The night is breaking clear In the distance a boy and his daddy arrive In a beat up old John Deere. Supper's on the table Son quitting time is nigh Set these wheels straight for the barn It's time that you and I are turning for home Kick off these working shoes and rest these weary bones The best part of any day is when the job is done And you're turning for home. There's a letter in the mailbox From a soldier overseas. His mother runs from the kitchen She opens it up and reads "Mum I hope this letter finds you well and strong You and Dad and sister take care I pray that it won't be long. Till I'm turning for home Kick off these walking shoes and rest these weary bones The best part of going no matter where you roam Is the turning for home. Now I have been a wanderer On the wings of a restless wind Fast trains and back roads Places I've never been I found every answer When I fell in love with you You took me straight to your heart Oh the first time I knew I was turning for home Kick off these walking shoes and rest these weary bones The best part of going no matter where you roam Is the turning, turning, turning for home.