Текст песни Welcome Home - Timothy Palmer

Summer nights passing shadows
Leaning toward the morning light
The landscape speaks of constant sorrows
The old man leans to kiss his wife
And time and time again they're reminded of their sons
The boys whose blood had soaked the soil dry
The ache of letting go
When all the truth you've known
Is that holding on's the surest way to die

The crackling coals the kettle whistles
The cupboards clatter coffee's poured
The creaking floor the curtains shiver
Her spindled legs cross through the door
And time and time again
She thinks about her kin
The crowds the carousels the sights the smells
How one by one they sank
Beneath the muddy banks
In answer to the chimes of distant bells
And bonded by their grief
Their labored breathing speaks
The hushed language of our deepest hope
That in the end of time
All fractures yours and mine
Are mended reconciled and welcomed home
We'll be welcomed home

Welcome home
Welcome home
All is forgiven all is well
Welcome home
Welcome home
All is forgiven all is well
Welcome home
Welcome home
All is forgiven all is well
Welcome home
Welcome home
All is forgiven all is well
All is forgiven all is well
All is forgiven all is well