They Say There’s a Place Where Dreams Have All Gone

They say there’s a place
where dreams have all gone.
They never said where,
but I think I know.
It’s miles through the night,
just over the dawn,
on the road that will take me home.

I know in my bones
I’ve been here before;
The ground feels the same,
though the land’s been torn.
I’ve a long way to go;
The stars tell me so,
on this road that will take me home.

Love waits for me ’round the bend,
Leads me endlessly on.
Surely sorrows shall find their end,
and all our troubles will be gone.
And I’ll know what I’ve lost,
and all that I’ve won,
when the road finally takes me home.

And when I pass by,
don’t lead me astray;
Don’t try to stop me;
Don’t stand in my way.
I’m bound for the hills,
where cool waters flow,
on this road that will take me home.

Love waits for me ’round the bend,
Leads me endlessly on.
Surely sorrows shall find their end,
and all our troubles will be gone.
And we’ll know what we’ve lost,
and all that we’ve won,
when the road finally takes me home.

I’m going home…
I’m going home…
I’m going home…

Going Home, Mary Fahl.

Curator: Christian Clay Columba Campbell

Christian Clay Columba Campbell is a Roman Catholic of the Anglican Use. As Senior Warden of the Cathedral of the Incarnation (Orlando, FL), he organised the process by which the parish accepted the Apostolic Constitution Anglicanorum coetibus, petitioning to join the Catholic Church. The Anglican Cathedral is now the Church of the Incarnation in the Personal Ordinariate of the Chair of St. Peter. Personal queries should be directed to me at eccentricbliss dot com.

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