年轻洒下了希望，
                                                                              忘却了儿时的梦想，
                                                                             莽莽撞撞又披荆斩棘，
                                                                                追逐太阳驱赶月亮。

                                                                                     蓦然回首，
                                                                故乡已成为了那片星海里最耀眼的一颗。
                                                                                片幅乡景的袅绕，
                                                                                越加浓烈的呼唤，
                                                                                   蹉跎着自己。

                                                                              捋平了勾破的衣裳。
                                                                                   把挑担放下，
                                                                              朝着那颗星星奔跑，
                                                                       把多少个客归的音符连成一串，
                                                                            在心里使劲地拨动着。

                                                                        客归，那里流淌乡亲的问候；
                                                                        客归，那里深藏父母的牵挂；
                                                                        客归，那里才是儿时的梦想。