Poem: The Road Home, Michael Dennis Browne

 Tell me, where is the road

   I can call my own,

That I left, that I lost,

   So long ago?

All these years I have wandered,

   Oh, when will I know

There's a way, there's a road

   That will lead me home?

 

After wind, after rain,

   When the dark is done.

As I wake from a dream

   In the gold of day,

Through the air there's a calling

   From far away,

There's a voice I can hear

   That will lead me home.

 

Rise up, follow me,

   Come away, is the call,

With the love in your heart

   As the only song;

There is no such beauty

   As where you belong:

Rise up, follow me,
   I will lead you home.