Song Description

An epic journey into memory, the nostalgia for my home and family as ut used to be, or as I imagined it to be. The improvisational instrumental textures provide a backdrop for my soul searching, and finding peace within the storm of memory.

Lyrics

Verse 1
I was born a poor man's daughter
Rich by any other means of measuring wealth
Blessed to be born on this continent
Beautiful, in good health
My mother would take my hand to teach me
The names of the flowers that grew
On the golden mountain overlooking my home
Under a colbalt blue
But the gray skies came with summer rain
Wanderlust infected my veins
I was seduced by the train whistle moan
Beckoning far from my home

Chorus 1
Now my home is scattered
To the four winds, I'm at the center
I'm calling my father, my brother, my sister
Back to me
Now my home is raging
Am I the one who can save it
I'm calling, my brother, my father my sister
Back to me
But they will take their own journey

Verse 2
If I was a savior, I would heal her memories
If I was a healer, I would banish his disease
If I had one wish down here upon my knees
I would keep you here with me
Memories in your ghost eyes
I tried but I fell
Our dreams rise on the waiting tide
But go down the wishing well

Chorus 2
Now our home is scattered
To the four winds I'm at the center
I'm calling my father, my brother, my sister
Back to me
Now my home is raging
Am I the one who can save it
I'm calling, my brother, my father my sister
Back to me
But they will take their own journey
CanA¢â,¬â,¢t keep those I love with me
They will take their own journey