Music and Lyrics by Karin Loya 2003
My heart is longing, for my home
Far and wide, where e'er I roam,
The road I take may lead me there
In time and space
I'm getting near.
And while the pathway may seem steep,
Though a tear rolls down my cheek,
In the stillness
Of the morning
I know I'm almost home.
The mist is dancing o'er the loch,
The skirl of pipes drifts in the air,
A fiddler's tune is calling me,
The harp strings tug ...
My heart is there.
And while the pathway may seem steep,
Though a tear rolls down my cheek,
In the stillness
Of the morning
I know I'm almost home.