Once there was a way to get back home

I didn't know then, and I still don't know

Once there was a way to get myself free

Don't you know your freedom lies with me?

Don't you know your freedom lies with me?

Don't you know your freedom lies with me?

Once there was a way to be on my own

I didn't like it then, and I still don't now

Once there was a way I thought that I could be free

But don't you know honestly, that could never be?

Don't you know that honestly, that could never be?

Don't you know, really, that could never be?

Once there was a way to get back home

I didn't know then, and I still don't know

I looked to the north and I looked to the south

I couldn't get home to Cockermouth

I couldn't get back home to Cockermouth, no

Well I travelled within and I travelled without

Only to find out what I found out

You may come from the north, you may come from the south

But when you find the way, the way finds you out

If you've found the way my friend, you'd better watch out

Coz if you've found the way, the way finds you out, huh

Once there was a way to get back home

I looked and I found, and now I know

Cause home is a place where you stick around

Home is a place where your love is found

Freedom and love, by sticking around

Freedom and love, by sticking around