As week after week goes by I think the Iraq war can become almost abstract to those w/o family or friends there. It is hard to maintain that level of emotion in one’s everyday life. This video is a gentle reminder that the troops are still there, sometimes hard to remember as we are caught up in our daily lives . Lyrics below the link.
In the quiet misty morning
When the moon has gone to bed,
When the sparrows stop their singing
And the sky is clear and red.
When the summer’s ceased its gleaming,
When the corn is past its prime,
When adventure’s lost its meaning,
I’ll be homeward bound in time.
Bind me not to the pasture,
Chain me not to the plow.
Set me free to find my calling,
And I’ll return to you somehow.
If you find it’s me your missing,
If you’re hoping I’ll return.
To your thoughts I’ll soon be listening,
And in the road I’ll stop and turn.
Then the wind will set me racing
As my journey nears it’s end.
And the path I’ll be retracing
When I’m homeward bound again.
Bind me not to the pasture,
Chain me not to the plow.
Set me free to find my calling,
And I’ll return to you somehow.
In the quiet misty morning
When the moon has gone to bed,
When the sparrows stop their singing
I’ll be homeward bound again.
Bone and Briar 