Praise the working of our home
A new beginning
As the day leaves us alone
Still I'd want nothing more
To call my own
Praise the working of our home
But I feel nothing
From the mourning of a son
The grief that follows me
To Oregon
Would you abide in me
Would you arrive to see
Now, I've found
The sweetest thing you know
Is to be loved
And loved alone
Would you abide in me
Would you arrive to see
Praise the working of our home
But I feel nothing
As the day leaves us alone
Still I feel nothing