Coming Home

Coming home to your shelter Coming home where I stay I go down in your water and I won't turn away Coming back to your calling I can hear your voice say Coming home for tomorrow from my dreams of yesterday You may not understand me but I hear you so well Your voice comes in the cold wind, a tune I know so well I can see you through any darkness Your light it leads me on I'm coming back to your orchard Coming back to my home People ask me where are you going, and I know I know what they think I get tired, tired of their questions so I must find a way To meet you down at the old grounds, where we used to pray I'm coming home for tomorrow from my dreams of yesterday