The Road Home
Michael Dennis Browne
Tell me where is the road I can call my own,
That I left, that I lost, so long ago?
All these years I have wandered,
Oh when will I know
There’s a way, there’s road that will lead me home?
After wind, after rain, when the dark is done,
As I wake from a dream in the gold of day,
Through the air there’s a calling
From far away,
There’s a voice I can hear that will lead me home.
Rise up, follow me, come away is the call,
With love in your heart as the only song;
There is no such beauty as where you belong.
Rise up, follow me,
I will lead you home.
This poem is the text to Stephen Paulus’ The Road Home. My Chamber Choir will be singing this for a concert in a week. Each singer is digesting these beautiful words and working on musical phrases. The music sounds simplistic, yet provides so much depth; the text seems so straight-forward, yet so profoundly reflective and vulnerable.
There is no such beauty as where you belong…
May the love in my heart be the only song…