Call of Home - Miracle Of Sound

Through river, root and stone

The distant call of home

So far yet always with us

Inside our hearts and bones

No breadth or sphere

Or white mountains sheer

Can quell the call of home

There is no hearth that is quite as bright

As a flame that flickers free

Though many roads lay outside my door

There is but one that calls to me

Long I locked away

A wanderer’s heart

A flame that flickers free

Through river, root and stone

The distant call of home

So far yet always with us

Inside our hearts and bones

No creek or cave

No wild wind or wave

Can quell the call of home

And down where the rivers flow

In shimmers and shade

Here the future is made

Solemn bonds of trust will never fade

Deepest depths and dankest darkness

Withered limbs they drag my carcass

Stole my love and my desire

Curse their skin to bathe in fire burn

Burn

And bathe in fire!

Through river, root and stone

The distant call of home

So far yet always with us

Inside our hearts and bones

So soft the call of home