كلمات Homeland

Tired of travel I need rest at night Deep in my heart, within my mind There lies a place carved in my eyes Home of my soul and hall of my pride Quiet field where I could ponder When trouble strikes as thunder Cold stone to warm my blood Ancient wood to hold my thoughts When I close my eyes and submit to the night The echoes of my goals and deepest dreams Come back to my mind, restoring my strength Returning me to my homeland