Текст: Nanci Griffith. The Last of the True Believers.

Oh, he said it was the sound of the winter callin'
From up around the bend or it could be
The cry of your restless heart
For the love of your long lost friends

Oh, but me I think it's just the summertime
And the heat of these Texas winds
They keep on slappin' my face with dust so thick
That the tears won't roll again

Last of the true believers have you grown a weary all alone?
You could go home again, home again, a home
Last of the true believers, she pack your things and go back home
You could go home again, home again, a home

Oh, he said, "You can't stay away forever
'Cause they say love doesn't last that long
And the ghost of the one that you loved the best
Is bound to be long gone"

So you fall for the one you believe in
And take pride in the heart you hold
'Cause when the wintertime pounds upon your door
It's shelter from the cold

Last of the true believers have you grown a weary all alone?
You could go home again, home again, a home
Last of the true believers, she pack your things and go back home
You could go home again, home again, a home

There's a shadow on our wall
Where I once stood with him in mind
And there is an empty space beside him
Where I do take my rest at night

Oh, and I will be the last of the true believers
If truth is his heart to lend
'Cause the wintertime sure looks cold to me
Comin' up around the bend

Last of the true believers have you grown a weary all alone?
You could go home again, home again, a home
Last of the true believers, she pack your things and go back home
You could go home again, home again, a home

Oh, I could go home again, home again, a home
Well, it looks like home again, home again, a home
Oh, I could go home again, home again, a home
Well, he brings me home again, home again, home