COME HOME

LYRICS

The wooded glen, the apple tree,
the winding gravel road that leads me home;
the salty air, the sparkling sea,
these things are in my blood – they call to me.

Come home, come home,
I can hear them calling me by name.
Come home, come home.
I will never truly go away.

The red and gold of maple trees,
the bounty of the harvest in the fall,
the winter snows, the springtime breeze,
these things are in my blood – they call to me.

Come home…

Anywhere could be there
if I just pretend.
When I’m there, anywhere,
I keep waiting, hoping, praying
soon the road that I’ll be taking
will be closer to the prize.
I will see before my wondering eyes

The fields of green, the ocean blue,
the patchwork farms and rolling countryside,
the faithful friends I hold so dear,
these things are in my blood – they call to me.

Come home…

When I hear them calling, my reply’s the same:
I have never truly gone away.