In The Arms Of Back Home

Morning songs on the wings of tomorrow

Evening walks in the shade of yesterdays

Where memories become springs of living water

Onward I go my work nearly done

Lay me to rest in the fields of sweet clover

Where the dew kisses the dawn

Footprints of angels  mark the path to my homeland

Oh lay me to rest in the arms of back home

How I long for peace of wind in the poplars

fragrance of birch in the cool autumn nights

strength of the jack pine holds me fast to my journey

The sun now sets on the lake of the woods

My eyes close in death as I bid my farewell

To the place my heart has called home 

 I cross over Jordan with no backward glance

The sunsets behind me I reach that fare shore

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