When you find it you know it
a subtle grace of color form and deed
a place of embers and mist with long walks
in truthful conversation and honest silence
where the shadowed woods echos with birdsong
where the fields show the face of the wind
and the owls call each to each in the night
this is where we'll end our days
our place to land under the river of heaven
our home and our peace
where the shadowed woods echos with birdsong
where the fields show the face of the wind
and the owls call each to each in the night
this is where we'll end our days
our place to land under the river of heaven
our home and our peace
