I'm Going Home

I'm Going Home

Voicing: SATB
Accompaniment: Piano
Text:  Kyle Pederson

Text:

There is no mountain whose peaks will brush the sky,
no sweeping valleys unwinding beyond the eye,
no towering white cliffs who pierce the steely sea,
no frosted forest unveiling snow on evergreen;

But there is kindness waiting at the door--eyes wide, I am known.
Faithful friends grant mercies of love,
I am born once more. 

And there's a meadow where shadows rise and fall,
memories were cast--etched in paths worn on the grassy pall;
And there's an old brook who babbles when I near,
whispers of stones thrown while dreaming on an evening clear;

There is kindness waiting at the door--eyes wide, I am known.
Faithful friends grant mercies of love,
I am born once more.