Coming Home to You
In my dream, the buds are green
The winter's almost through
A thousand stars look down on me
From beds of midnight blue
And all those miles ahead of me
From dusk to morning dew
Are lit by stars to show the path
That brings me home to you
Comfortably worn
Mended, not torn
Perfect's a love
That is both old and new
Dreams serve until
Magic and will
Weave the spell that will bring
Me home to you
High above the landscape
I don't feel so out of place
Where every simple movement
Is a gentle fall to grace
Clouds and birds and wind and rain
Seem simple to pass through
Because I'm warm upon the wind
That brings me home to you
I am not a patient girl
I'll tell you to your face
And you'll remind me gently
That this love is not a race
You're the light I travel by
You are haven and home base
My gypsy heart is whole in your embrace
Comfortably warm
Mended, not torn
Perfect's a love
That is both old and new
Dreams serve until
Magic and will
Weave the spell that will bring
Me home to you
Just when I'm safe inside your door
The bells will bid me rise
And cloudy morning mist dissolves
The oceans of your eyes
I'll see you in my dreams and know
Those dreams can all come true
Until the day that coming home
Means coming home to you
Until the day that coming home
Means coming home to you
Notes: A song for Joe.
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