His home lay where he could not see Overtaken by the darkness of fancies He called himself a traveller benighted Who clung on until there flowed a tide with a strong embrace You call this your home He travelled far and light Except a sorrow that etched away a heart And left its mark for all to see Who dared look back at him, now down on his knees There lies the way We'll taste the cold spray You call this your home You call this your home You call this your home
