Lyrics

The sky is large enough There's room for clouds to pass Fields of golden rod And bending willow This is home to me These worn paths I have made The lark can't sing a song That's not familiar CHORUS - There's no longing in my soul No distant calling I hear The world is still and at the moment It's enough just to be here Sometimes I drift into The comfort of silence And all I take with me Is your hand in my hand CHORUS