You can’t go home again, Thomas,
You can't go home again.
Too many things are at end, Thomas,
Too many days and too many nights,
Too many hills we’ve had to climb
And too many times descend.
We’ve too many stories lived and told
Then placed up on the shelves;
Crossed too many windows and too many doors
To go back where we were before --
You can go home again, my love,
You can, of course you can!
The apple tree’s grown bigger now,
With branches spread for reading;
The berries bear the scars of birds,
And grapes boast in their swinging.
The childhood circled magic ring
Stands open as it did;
The little house where we first met
And yet,
Too much has fled our grasp, Thomas,
Too many things have gone.
Too many days and too many nights,
Too many lives and too many doors
Are ashes of what went before.
You can't go home again, Thomas,
For all your words can say.
No matter that it breaks our hearts,
That life has passed away.
