We'll stumble and fall down, we'll think it's the end,
Then we'll rise up and walk and we'll stumble again,
Over the rivers and ravines and bridges,
While the angel of time keeps turning the pages
And we pass through the ages
All the way home -
On through the fields of forest and stone,
Past the sun-buttered pastures where golden bees drone,
Sometimes we're happy and sometimes we're hungry,
Sometimes we're calm and sometimes we're angry
And scream at the blank sky
And weep before sleeping
All the way home -
On past the silos now reddened with rust,
Through the ruins of great cities now crumbled to dust,
Day over day and night after nightfall,
We're all going home, we're hearing a drum call
From a far distant morning
To sharp edge of evening
Through rivers of moonlight
And all the way home -
Keep walking on,
Toward glow of the dawn,
All the way home -
Come let me help you, you help me in kind,
Then let's gather the stragglers and leave no one behind,
Through the snow of the mountains, through the valley of dry bones,
Past the Idaho ghost towns where a cold lonely wind moans,
And sometimes there's laughter
And sometimes there's sorrow,
But never forgetting
The gift of tomorrow
All the way home -
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