Homeward Bound

Kelson told me today about his favorite song. He discovered it on his mission. As I listened to it, I was so touched,I thought it was so beautiful. There is no place like home! You don't have to be away very long to realize just what home means. Sometimes I think my soul longs for my eternal home, the home I once knew long ago. Maybe it is music like this that reminds me of it; music that draws me back, speaks to me with hidden memories of the heart. Beautiful Kelson! Thank you for showing it to me.

Take time to read the words. They are timeless and beautiful just like the melody.

Homeward Bound

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.

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.

If you find it’s me you're missing, if you’re hoping I’ll return.
To your thoughts I’ll soon be list’ning, 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.

In the quiet misty morning when the moon has gone to bed,
When the sparrows stop their singing,
I’ll be homeward bound again.