`
I am tired now and need returning
Back where I grew up in,
Where they sing in a tongue I used to know
But such a long time it has been.
I've been too cold and been too dry
Too far away too long,
Will you not fill my cup again
So once more I may belong?
Your wind rustles the leaves up high
Can't it rustle me too,
Return me my voice again
That I may sing with you?
The city has kept painting me
With a myriad hues,
Won't your rain now heal away
The scars of that abuse?
The world's too big and I too lonely
I've earned too much to own.
Come, wash away this loneliness
While I sit with you alone.
`
I am tired now and need returning
Back where I grew up in,
Where they sing in a tongue I used to know
But such a long time it has been.
I've been too cold and been too dry
Too far away too long,
Will you not fill my cup again
So once more I may belong?
Your wind rustles the leaves up high
Can't it rustle me too,
Return me my voice again
That I may sing with you?
The city has kept painting me
With a myriad hues,
Won't your rain now heal away
The scars of that abuse?
The world's too big and I too lonely
I've earned too much to own.
Come, wash away this loneliness
While I sit with you alone.
`
Crystal Ridge, NY,
June, 2011
