The Way

Sing, earth and stars, your song to me,
Imprint it on my memory,
That, as the small bird finds its way,
I, even on the darkest day,
My compass pointed to the sound,
Will find my pathway — homeward bound.
Sing, earth and stars, your song to me,
Imprint it on my memory,
That, as the small bird finds its way,
I, even on the darkest day,
My compass pointed to the sound,
Will find my pathway — homeward bound.