To My Roots - Emma Stevens
I stopped somewhere in Nashville
New York then LA
I woke up without knowing why
Somehow I'd lost my way
There were no signs to guide me
Only strangers who were kind
They offered me directions
To the dreams I'd left behind left behind
Today I've got no case on worse
I love the life of chores
Haven't know
I'm on my way and getting close
To the roses growing
To the rivers flowing
Let my heart go where it's going
To the seasons turning
To the home fires burning
To my roots to my roots
To my roots I am returning
The city streets are hard
Break down my walking boots
It seems I'm always travelling home
To get back to my roots
Happiness seems like a place
That's always far away
It's like a prayer you know so well
But you've forgotten how to pray
How to pray
Today I've got no case on worse
I love my life of chores
Haven't know
I'm on my way and getting close
To the roses growing
To the rivers flowing
Let my heart go where it's going
To the seasons turning
To the home fires burning
To my roots to my roots
To my roots I am returning
A church bell rings out loud
So loud it breaks the spell
I look outside my window
At a town that knows me well
The dew is on the clover
The morning sun is gold
A blackbird calls out from the heath
A song that'll never grow old
Grow old
Grow old
Grow old
Grow old to my roots to my roots
To my roots to my roots
Grow old to my roots to my roots
To my roots to my roots
To my roots to my roots
To my roots I am returning
