Monday, August 10, 2015

Monday Inspiration: Home

In the quiet misty morning when the moon has gone to bed
When the sparrows stop their singing and the sky is clear and red
When the summer's ceased its gleaming when the corn is past its prime
When adventure's lost its meaning I'll be homeward bound in time

If you find it's me your missing if you're hoping I'll return
To your thoughts I'll soon be listening and in the road I'll stop and turn
Then the wind will set me racing as my journey nears its end
And the path I'll be retracing when I'm homeward bound again

Bind me not to the pasture
Chain me not to the plow
Set me free to find my calling
And I'll return to you somehow