I'm coming home, I've done my time
Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine
If you received my letter telling you I'd soon be free
Then you'll know just what to do
|: If you still want me :|
Oh, tie a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree
It's been three long years, do you still want me?
If I don't see a ribbon round the old oak tree
I'll stay on the bus, forget about us, put the blame on me
If I don't see a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree.
Bus driver, please look for me
'cause I couldn't bear to see what I might see
I'm really still in prison, and my love she holds the key
A simple yellow ribbon's what I need to set me free
I wrote and told her: please...
Now the whole damned bus is cheering
And I can't believe I see
A hundred yellow ribbons round the old oak tree.
I'm coming home...
(Tie a ribbon round the old oak tree)