The oceans of mountains come rolling in my bones The Tennessee walker will rock me back to my ground But the wind that tells John ancient tales of heart and stone My home, my home My home, my home My home Please tell my young, my young My young, my young that I'm home The oceans and mountains come rolling in my bones The Tennessee walker will rock me back to my ground But the wind that tells John ancient tales of heart and stone My home, my home My home, my home My home Please tell my young, my young My young, my young that I'm home Don't look at my face, don't look Don't look at my face, don't look Cuz I've got scars, scars