Night’s coming, and has left me no energy to endure.
It’s a sin to pass these fields of paradise unable to open one’s eyes.
But God knows I’ve done all that I can; no more I need to roam.
I am so happy, so grateful you’ll be with me — to finally be back home.

Church bells are ringing, wedding choirs singing —
there’s joy in the air for me to breathe in again.
How can a rambler, hobo, a gambler take place upon your throne?
Being so delighted, equally frightened — to finally be back home.

All through life there are shackles on our feet.
As long as we don’t listen, we dare not walk the streets.
Learning from all passing stars, can cause agony and one to feel alone.
A wish to be spending, the relief is unending — to finally be back home.

Years ago, I vowed to understand your ways,
needing future forgiveness for all my mistakes.
It takes ages to undress the disguises so thickly pressed
on my body, soul, eyes, and whatever more I’ll confess.
Celebration began when my eyes started to open again,
just a little, but more than enough to see — and then:
tears flowed along, like the melody of the little sparrow’s song.
My love whistles in the gardens: “I’ll follow you along”.

So we’ll carry more wood and build a fire together.
First, let’s watch the snow and see the children get better.
Out there, faraway, a little dark it remains: “My love never leave me alone!”
I am so happy — so grateful you’re with me to finally be back home.