Bb
I wonder where my friend has gone
Eb
I wonder where it all went wrong
Bb F
Was there something that I should have known?
Bb
I looked for him in Amsterdam
Eb
I cried for him in Birmingham
Bb F Bb
Wondered if he’s ever coming home
Eb Bb
Coming home, coming home
Gm C
Standing underneath the sky
F
With nothing of my own
Eb
I'm here picking flowers
Bb Eb
But all my seeds are left unsown
Gm F Bb Eb
Better off if he was coming ho-oh-ome
Bb F Bb
Better off if he was coming home
Bb
Had a man, tall and fine
Eb
I left him by an old road sign
Bb F
Told him I was off to Mexico
Bb
With my feet on the track
Eb
And your shadow on my back
Bb F Bb
Wondered if I'm ever coming home
Eb Bb
Coming home, coming home
Gm C
Standing underneath the sky
F
With nothing of my own
Eb
I'm here picking flowers
Bb Eb
But all my seeds are left unsown
Gm F Bb Eb
Better off if he was coming ho-oh-ome
Bb F Bb
Better off if he was coming home
Bb Eb Bb F
Bb Eb Bb F Bb
Eb Bb
Coming home, coming home
Gm C
Standing underneath the sky
F
With nothing of my own
Eb
I'm here picking flowers
Bb Eb
But all my seeds are left unsown
Gm F Bb Eb
Better off if he was coming ho-oh-ome
Bb F Bb Eb
Better off if he was coming home
Gm F Gm Bb Eb
Better off if he was coming ho-oh-me
Gm F Bb
Better off if he was coming home