Letras
Morning roots grow in the sunlit air
Breath of the earth
Simple and bare
Fields stretch wide
Gold and green
The kind of quiet where dreams convene
Oh
Carry me home to the place I belong
Where the rivers hum and the hearts stay strong
A hand to hold
A fire to tend
In the arms of the hills
Where roads don't end
The wind tells tales through the open door
Of hands that worked and hearts that swore
Laughter rolls like a wheel on the lane
Turning again
And again
And again
Oh
Carry me home to the place I belong
Where the rivers hum and the hearts stay strong
A hand to hold
A fire to tend
In the arms of the hills
Where roads don't end
The sky bends low
The stars lean near
The world feels small
The heart feels clear
And if I wander
I'll always know
The roots of the morning will call me so
Oh
Carry me home to the place I belong
Where the rivers hum and the hearts stay strong
A hand to hold
A fire to tend
In the arms of the hills
Where roads don't end