Bring them Home
Another hour has passed
Another hour of madness
The weeds have grown in the path and garden
The wind sighed
Opening the shutter
Banging the old wall
As if calling ....
“Home, home,
It’s time to return,
From hills and foreign fields
The day is fading and there’s no sign”
It’s time to return,
From hills and foreign fields
The day is fading and there’s no sign”
Home, home
Before the light is dimmed
Cold nights, bitter nights
Closing in
Until the dawn I pray for you
Bound in the grip of fear
I hear steps
Home, home
because it hasn't yet been given
As was promised long ago
“Home, home,
It’s time to return,
From hills and foreign fields
The day is fading and there’s no sign”
It’s time to return,
From hills and foreign fields
The day is fading and there’s no sign”
Home, home
because it hasn't yet been given
As was promised long ago
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XyI2GPDDLWc&list=RDXyI2GPDDLWc&start_radio=1&ab_channel=HOMELANDCONCERT
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