Hear the ancient song
Rushing through the trees
Feels like the breath of God on me
Jehovah's in the wind
The water and the stone
Feels like home, feels like home
Come unto me all you weary
Lift up your song and be blest
Let creation whisper to a wandering heart
Feels like home at last
Behold the stars
Brightly arrayed
In the kind of light this world cannot fade
All born of love
From one maker's hand
The kind of love this world can't understand
Come unto me all you weary
Lift up your song and be blest
Let creation whisper to a wandering heart
Feels like home at last
Feels like home at last