[ Featuring Wildwood Kin ]
Across this proud and ancient bridge
By the waters running clear
A house is stood all part of it
For near two hundred years
On each return I walk the road
A green-way path I trace
I'm here, I'm always strangely drawn
Towards this humble place
I climb the steep and narrow steps
Unlock the door from where I lived
Whenever I'm home
I'm glad to be back once again
Whenever I go
I will miss you here, my friend
Inside all newly painted walls
The ceiling, bent and drawn
A high back chair, an old stone floor
Uneven now and worn
There's a jar of roses brightly set
Across the window rail
Barring fragrance through the kitchen door
There's a calmness does prevail
For the air is cool and strangely still
And a welcome voice within I feel
Whenever I'm home
I'm glad to be back once again
Whenever I go
I will miss you here, my friend
I will miss you here, my friend
There's a marble frame across the fire
A clock that chimes farewell
A weathered warning sounds each day
But now just faintly tells
Outside the sun shines through the glass
It stains each resting soul
Contented eyes, they sleep inside
As the embers gently glow
For the air is warm and strangely still
And a welcome voice within I feel
Whenever I'm home
I'm glad to be back once again
Whenever I go
I will miss you here, my friend
Whenever I'm home
I'm glad to be back once again
Whenever I go
I will miss you here, my friend
I will miss you here, my friend
