Colors of Home

(G. Gothard)

They came from all over, blazing a trail
Like the snow that melts swiftly, from the peaks to the coast
They made a place there, for me to know
Like a tapestry woven, the colors of home

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I miss the evergreen trees
I miss the comforting rain
I miss the grey of each misty new day
I miss the colors of my home
I miss the way the air feels
I miss the way that I know I belong
I miss the colors of my home

I grew up running pine needle trails
Moss green of the forest, the seagull’s bright call
Copper sunsets on a sapphire sea
Wide open spaces, as far as I can see

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Bridge
Call me back!
To the windswept beaches
Call me back!
To the fresh salt air
Call me back!
To the mountain reaches
Call me back!
Oh I feel so far away

They paint a memory, a part of me
It’s gold like the lightning that strikes violet skies
Crimson canyon, the evening’s red flame
Hear the chorus of voices calling my name

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