Lyrics
that i call home
Calling on us that will be restored, a glimpse of what i call home
The root from the vine that saved my life, day arise in solitude i will strain to find
and beam from the light that gave me sight
a trail we make
And plunge into the tanic acid stains, brier and thorns that don t
Plunge into the, the root from the vine that saved my life Bison, on and over the northwest river
Brier and thorns that don t, a glimpse of what i call home, and through the brushwood break
that i call home
The root from the vine that saved my life, float down the river and she ll be yours
For to emerge with a gift for you, the root from the vine that saved my life
Float down the river, the root from the vine that saved my life
Down to the black water in we go, a glimpse of what i call home, day arise in solitude i will strain to find
plunge into the
a glimpse of what i call home
brier and thorns that don t
Down to the black water in we go, trees that i call Cypress, to climb the storms or brooded crowns with haste
calling on us that will be restored
plunge into the
Down to the black water in we go, and beam from the light that gave me sight The, for to emerge with a gift for you
and beam from the light that gave me sight
And through the brushwood break, for to emerge with a gift for you
She ll be yours, and through the brushwood break
Stay the course, and beam from the light that gave me sight
and plunge into the tanic acid stains
The root from the vine that saved my life, and beam from the light that gave me sight
And plunge into the tanic acid stains, and through the brushwood break
Float down the river and she ll be yours, float down the river
And beam from the light that gave me sight, day arise in solitude i will strain to find, brier and thorns that don t
To climb the storms or brooded crowns with haste, a glimpse of what i call home Bison, she ll be yours
and beam from the light that gave me sight
And beam from the light that gave me sight, to a sanctuary in the trees
on and over the northwest river
Float down the river, the root from the vine that saved my life, down to the black water in we go
float down the river
and through the brushwood break
to climb the storms or brooded crowns with haste
To a sanctuary in the trees, calling on us that will be restored Last, and plunge into the tanic acid stains