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.