I have no voice but this
my song is loneliness
like a migrant bird from the nest I’ve flown
and the longest journey I have known
was the journey from my home
Where the clouds caressed my feet
and the ground and heaven meet
where I was born and where I had grown
‘til the longest journey I have known
it was the journey from my home
No more the lakes I’ll see
those mountains, memory
and the harvest rots in the fields I’ve sown
and the longest journey I have known
was the journey from my home
As old as measured time
since men worked words to rhyme
they have fought and killed the earth to own
and the longest journey I have known
was the journey from my home
Still in my dreams I go
like a cloudless of breath snow
and return again on the night wind blown
from the longest journey I have known
my spirit journeys safely home
my song is loneliness
like a migrant bird from the nest I’ve flown
and the longest journey I have known
was the journey from my home
Where the clouds caressed my feet
and the ground and heaven meet
where I was born and where I had grown
‘til the longest journey I have known
it was the journey from my home
No more the lakes I’ll see
those mountains, memory
and the harvest rots in the fields I’ve sown
and the longest journey I have known
was the journey from my home
As old as measured time
since men worked words to rhyme
they have fought and killed the earth to own
and the longest journey I have known
was the journey from my home
Still in my dreams I go
like a cloudless of breath snow
and return again on the night wind blown
from the longest journey I have known
my spirit journeys safely home
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Album: Bittersweet Street
Words and music by Anne Hills