Tired of travel I need rest at night
Deep in my heart, within my mind
There lies a place carved in my eyes
Home of my soul and hall of my pride
Quiet field where I could ponder
When trouble strikes as thunder
Cold stone to warm my blood
Ancient wood to hold my thoughts
When I close my eyes and submit to the night
The echoes of my goals and deepest dreams
Come back to my mind, restoring my strength
Returning me to my Homeland