[ watch the video here : http://youtu.be/wzbs0dYIr-E ]
The old tramp left us to walk our paths as we saw fit, and we have not seen him again to this day, sometimes we wonder if we ever met him at all, or if he was some kind of collective imagining, a dreaming perhaps, a mutual conjuring of our collective desire for guidance and mystery. Yet, we have our memories, our stories, we did walk those concrete streets, we did pass through the docks and ride a rickety old boat across the water, we did cross the threshold and find ourselves in another realm. All these things happened. Now he is gone, to show others that there is more to life than supply and demand, that there really is only one law, the law of the land, and he has left us with that most precious of things, a direction home, a way to walk, and a song to sing, so let us sing our song of home to you, in honour of a man, who was not afraid to walk his own path, and live his own dream.
Come Home
Home
To the skin to the bones
To the voice of the stones
Home
Home
Down deep in the Soil in the Earth in the Heart of it All
Know
That the Heart is no longer alone
For its finally Home
Here in the place where you are
Where you stand
Where your feet feel the Earth and the Land
And this Land
Well this Land is a place that we know
And this Earth, this Earth is a place we call Home
And it knows
What it knows
And it speaks to the leaves on the trees
In our sleep in our dreams
Of a place we have been
Of a garden of green
And the trees send their roots down to grow
Seek to reach where the rainwater flows
Where the rainwater flows
Come Home
Home
To the skin to the bones
To the voice of the stones
Home
Home
Down deep in the Soil in the Earth in the Heart of it All
Know
That the Heart is no longer alone
For its finally Home
We are the ones we are waiting for
Now with the sun our face
Taste sweet light that is life that is love
That is all that we know
And this Earth, this Earth is a place we call home
And it knows
What it knows
And it speaks to the leaves on the trees
In our sleep in our dreams
Of a place we have been
Of a garden of green
And the trees send their roots down to grow
Seek to reach where the rainwater flows
Where the rainwater flows
Come Home
Home
To the skin to the bones
To the voice of the stones
Home
Home
Down deep in the Soil in the Earth in the Heart of it All
Know
That the Heart is no longer alone
For its finally Home
[free audio download available at www.thetriangulators.bandcamp.com]
