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Introduction
“Turning for Home” by The Oak Ridge Boys is more than just a song; it’s a heartfelt journey of longing, resilience, and the enduring power of hope. This classic ballad, with its rich harmonies and evocative lyrics, has touched the hearts of countless listeners for decades.
The song paints a vivid picture of a weary traveler yearning to return to the comforting embrace of home. Its lyrics resonate with universal themes of nostalgia, loss, and the unwavering belief in a brighter future. The Oak Ridge Boys’ soulful vocals infuse the song with a sense of warmth and sincerity, making it a truly uplifting experience.
Beyond its emotional impact, “Turning for Home” also holds a significant place in country music history. Released in 1987, the song quickly became a chart-topping hit, solidifying The Oak Ridge Boys’ status as one of the genre’s most beloved groups. Its enduring popularity is a testament to the song’s timeless appeal and the group’s ability to connect with audiences on a deep emotional level.
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Lyrics
The daylight hours are dying
The night is breaking clear
In the distance a boy and his daddy arrive
In a beat up old John Deere
Supper’s on the table
Son quitting time is nigh
Set these wheels straight for the barn
It’s time that you and I are turning for home
Kick off these working shoes and
Rest these weary bones
The best part of any day is
When the job is done
And you’re turning for home
There’s a letter in the mailbox
From a soldier overseas
His mother runs from the kitchen
She opens it up and reads
“Mum I hope this letter finds
You well and strong
You and Dad and sister take care
I pray that it won’t be long
Till I’m turning for home
Kick off these walking shoes and
Rest these weary bones
The best part of going no
Matter where you roam
Is the turning for home
Now I have been a wanderer
On the wings of a restless wind
Fast trains and back roads
Places I’ve never been i found every answer
When I fell in love with you
You took me straight to your heart
Oh the first time I knew
I was turning for home
Kick off these walking shoes and
Rest these weary bones
The best part of going no
Matter where you roam
Is the turning, turning, turning for home