Coming home to your shelter
I go down in your water and I won't turn away
Coming back to your calling
I can hear your voice say
Coming home for tomorrow from my dreams of yesterday
You may not understand me but I hear you so well
Your voice comes in the cold wind, a tune I know so well
I can see you through any darkness
Your light it leads me on
I'm coming back to your orchard
People ask me where are you going, and I know I know what they think
I get tired, tired of their questions so I must find a way
To meet you down at the old grounds, where we used to pray
I'm coming home for tomorrow from my dreams of yesterday