The Call
The Call
Like the sunrise on the western hills,
I saw your light and followed,
Like the morning dew on grass so clear,
I felt your emerald waters,
Like the elfin bugle sounding near,
I heard your call and I followed it.
Who knows what earthly treasure you bring?
As I wander through the harvest and the spring,
Leaving home and hearth behind,
To seek you beneath the sky,
For I heard your call and followed it.
Through dark lands I must travel,
Where the clouds shall cover the sun,
What mysteries will this world unravel?
As I journey in lands beyond?
For I heard your call and followed it.
Now my journey’s at an end,
I’ve come so far and travelled long,
Beyond the brooks and river bend,
Awaits a home of mirth and song
For I left home and house and tree,
To follow you, to follow you,
For I heard your call and followed it
Like the river meandering far,
I saw your way and followed it,
Under mountains, beneath the stars,
I felt your wind and followed it,
Like the bugle sounding afar,
I heard your call and followed it.
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