WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THEY WILL EVER COME HOME

WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THEY WILL EVER COME HOME
Karen Lewis

The birds have lifted off this fall day
Off to warmer climes
Leaving us this frosty morning
Winter not too far behind
And while we stack our firewood high
Fluff our quilted beds
And sit at sunset watching southern skies
For flocks returning there

What makes you think...they will ever come home?
What makes you think... they can find their way alone?
Yet when they do, our hearts rise
With their morning songs.
I'd like to think... they will always come home.

A daughter packs her car this summer day,
Off to start her life
Leaving us this hazy morning
Empty house and yard.
And while we sit and read in quiet rooms,
Cuddle just we two,
Still there is a small sad note
Creeping into all we do.

What makes you think... she will ever come home?
What makes you think... she will find her way alone?
Yet when she comes home our hearts rise
Like a morning song.
We'd like to think, she will always come home.

What makes us think they will always come home?
What makes us think they can find their way alone?
In all these cycles that we count on
Is an element of unknown
We'd like to think... they will always come home

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