The Journey Home

The sun may rise and set, joy may turn to sorrow

But without you I don’t know my true home

The moon may fill and empty, high mountains bow to the valley

Without you I lose my way home

Winter snow melts

Spring flowers bloom

Summer nights are filled with song

Autumn waters float the lonesome boat

The sun may rise and set, joy may turn to sorrow

But without you I don’t know my true home

The moon may fill and empty, high mountains bow to the valley

Without you I lose my way home

Winter snow melts

Spring flowers bloom

Summer nights are filled with song

Autumn waters float the lonesome boat

The sun may rise and set, joy may turn to sorrow

But without you I don’t know my true home

The moon may fill and empty, high mountains bow to the valley

Without you I lose my way home