The sky is large enough

There's room for clouds to pass

Fields of golden rod

And bending willow

This is home to me

These worn paths I have made

The lark can't sing a song

That's not familiar

There's no longing in my soul

No distant calling I hear

The world is still and at the moment

It's enough just to be here

Sometimes I drift into

The comfort of silence

And all I take with me

Is your hand in my hand

There's no longing in my soul

No distant calling I hear

The world is still and at the moment

It's enough just to be here

The world is still and at the moment

It's enough just to be here