- cifra
Coming home to your shelter
Coming home where I stay
I go down in your water and I won't turn away
Coming back to your calling
I can hear your voice say
Coming home for tomorrow from my dreams of yesterday
You may not understand me, but I hear you so well
Your voice comes in the cold wind, a tune I know so well
I can see you through any darkness
Your light, it leads me on
I'm coming back to your orchard
Coming back to my home
People ask me where are you going, and I know, I know what they think
I get tired, tired of their questions, so I must find a way
To meet you down at the old grounds, where we used to pray
I'm coming home for tomorrow from my dreams of yesterday
