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