The voice that once called me to | |
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the far away |
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I followed | everywhere it led | ||
And there I was | |||
far from my home | only the print of my feet | ||
left upon the sand. | |||
This my final thought | in this 'nighted land | ||
And there I am | |
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out in a wasteland |
aching for love | ||
yearning for home | |||
Then a voice called to me | |||
See your heaven | there can be joy | ||
for your weary spirit | life | ||
to replace what was lost | to you | ||
in your bleak wasteland | |||
And here I am | |||
in my warm safe home |
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with you, | with you, | ||
Then I turned my face | |||
toward the shining light |
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Mist that hangs like silk | shimm'ring in starlight, | ||
Trees that rise so high | reaching for the sky, | ||
And a hearth that calls to me | here do I belong: | ||
Here I'll gladly stay. | |||
And here I am | |||
in my warm safe home |
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with you | with you | ||
All around our home | |||
It's your face I see |
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smiling back at me | |||
When the voice calls me | |||
To the far away | |||
It's yours that I hear. | |||
Here alone | is your home, | ||
you say, | my love. | ||
Here I am | |||
in my warm safe home |
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with you | with you. | ||