Miracle of Sound — Call of Home

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Through river, root and stone
The distant call of home
So far yet always with us
Inside our hearts and bones

No breadth or sphere
Or white mountains sheer
Can quell the call of home
There is no hearth that is quite as bright

As a flame that flickers free
Though many roads lay outside my door
There is but one that calls to me
Long I locked away

A wanderer’s heart
A flame that flickers free
Through river, root and stone
The distant call of home

So far yet always with us
Inside our hearts and bones
No creek or cave
No wild wind or wave

Can quell the call of home
And down where the rivers flow
In shimmers and shade
Here the future is made

Solemn bonds of trust will never fade
Deepest depths and dankest darkness
Withered limbs they drag my carcass
Stole my love and my desire

Curse their skin to bathe in fire burn
Burn
And bathe in fire!
Through river, root and stone

The distant call of home
So far yet always with us
Inside our hearts and bones
So soft the call of home