You Brought Me Home

Morning, o sweet morning!

Thank you, great Mother, for this whole new day.

Dreaming, I think I’ve been dreaming;

it don’t feel much different now that I’m awake.

Drifting, you say I’ve been drifting,

but that way has led me right into my own.

Searching makes a man feel lost,

but I found my heart, and you brought me home.

You brought me home, o lucky day!

You brought me home, you were the way that I was going.

Looking back on my past life,

I see how I faltered the more that I tried

clinging to some foolish notion,

but saved by a wise voice that spoke on inside.

Darling, I could not have loved you

if I had not learned to love myself alone.

You saw me just the way I am,

and that was enough, and you brought me home.

You brought me home, o lucky day!

You brought me home, you were the way that I was going.