On a dusty road, where the wildflowers grow, there's a path that leads, where the heart always knows, through the fields of green, where the daisies sway, I'll find my way back home at the end of the day.
Oh, the pathway home, where the memories lie, underneath the wide, open, endless sky, with the violins cry and the banjos tune, I feel the warmth of love in the afternoon.
Every step I take, I remember the days, laughter in the air, in the sunlight's red.
Oh, the pathway home, where the memories lie, underneath the wide, open, endless sky, with the violins cry and the banjos tune, I feel the warmth of love in the afternoon.
Oh, the pathway home, where the memories lie, underneath the wide, open, endless sky, with the violins cry and the banjos tune, I feel the warmth of love in the afternoon.
Oh, the pathway home, where the memories lie, underneath the wide, open, endless sky, with the violins cry and the banjos tune, I feel the warmth of love in the afternoon.
On this winding road, I'll always roam, for there's no place like the pathway home.
On this winding road, I'll always roam, for there's no place like the pathway home.
On this winding road, I'll always roam, for there's no place like the pathway home.
On this winding road, I'll always roam, for there's no place like the pathway home.