I heard my mother's birthing cry
the day that I was born.
I saw the light in my father's eye
and knew that I was home.
And knew that I was home
My brother's hands
took hold of mine
They never did let go
When trees were tall they helped me climb
and they always brought me home
even now they bring me home
songs of love tales of grace of flesh and
blood and bone the first time ever I
I saw his face, his heart became my own
Then his heart became
my home
Long, long gone family time
Honey on the cone
So many treasured hands in mine
in all those years at home
now all those years are past and gone
the reaper left an empty chair
an endless silent song
I sat and cried on the topmost stair
and lost the way back home
I lost my way back home
A woman's hand took
hold of mine
in comradeship
Until we poured a glass of sweeter wine
an d learned to drink our fill
Oh, we drank our fill
Long nights while the watchful moon
lit the shadows in our room
All that I have loved so long
and the loves that I have known
You bring me back where I belong,
you always take me home.
Bring me home, bring me home,
you always bring me home.
You