When the world is beating on my back,
Anger's club has worn me down,
When their darkness overwhelms the light,
Aching knees upon the broken ground,
There's a place in your arms
For weary heads to lay.
Far from the toil and torments of the day
The arm open wide, spanning the stormy night.
With arms open wide, in you I can hide
In your arms...
In your arms a thousand souls reside,
Embraced and sheltered from the raging tide.
When the sun has set on my western dreams,
Only orange haze remains,
A mist surrounds my heavy heart,
Yearning for a desert rain.
There's a light in your eye I follow through the night,
With the sun of your soul shining as my guide.
The silence agrees, the night comes to life as it breathes.
The light within me, from here I can see,
In your eyes...
In your eyes the glacial rivers flow
To your meadows where our children grow.
There's a place in your heart
The age-old flame still burns,
Grandmother's embers glowing as ever were.
The souls of the ancients carry me home with their song.
The song of our home.
With you I belong.
You're my home.
At our door I have your hand in mine.
At your feet I lay the Wreaths of Thyme.