Homeward Bound
by Marta Keen
In the quiet, misty morning
When the moon has gone to bed
When the sparrows stop their singing
And the sky is clear and red
When the summer ceased it’s gleaming
When the corn is past it’s prime
When adventures lost it’s meaning
I’ll be homeward bound again
Bind me not to the pasture
Chain me not to the plough
Set me free to find my calling
And I’ll return to you somehow
If you find it’s me you’re missing
If you’re hoping I’ll return
To your thoughts I’ll soon be listening
In the road I’ll stop and turn
Then the wind will set me racing
As our journey nears it’s end
In the path I’ll be retracing
When I’m homeward bound again
In the quiet, misty morning
When the moon has gone to bed
When the sparrows stop their singing
I’ll be homeward bound again
My school’s choir sang this piece (the one arranged by Jay Althouse) in their Big Sing appearance the year after I left. Really touching.