This ain't heaven, West Bithynia
Blue Mount Wellington, Derwent River
Life is young there, over this world's seas
Older than the mountains, from the Spirit's breeze
Country roads, where's my home?
Where's the place, where I belong?
West Pavilion, Mountain Father
Make me roam, country roads
All my memories, culminate there
Preacher’s daughter, stranger to true water
Dark and dusty, painted as a lie
Twisty taste of true light, teardrop in my eye
Country roads, where’s my home?
Where’s the place, where I belong?
West Pavilion, Mountain Father
Make me roam, country roads
I hear His voice, in the morning hour He calls me
My audio reminds me of my home far away
And driving down the road I get to praying
That He soon will bring home Heaven’s Day, yes today
Country roads, where’s my home?
Where’s the place, where I belong?
West Pavilion, Mountain Father
Make me roam, country roads
Country roads, where’s my home?
Where’s the place, where I belong?
West Pavilion, Mountain Father
Make me roam, country roads
Take me home, down coming roads
Take me home, down coming roads
Take me home, down coming roads
Take me home, down coming roads
