Morning Bring Me Home

Verse 1

The mist rolls low along the green

Where hedges keep their silent guard

A lark above the furrow sings

While sheep graze soft upon the yard

Chorus

Oh come the morning bring me home

To fields where every stone has stood

Oh come the evening leave me lone

To tend the land the way I should

Verse 2

My mother spun by candlelight

Her fingers worn from years of thread

She sang of men who went to sea

And widows left to knead the bread

Chorus

Oh come the morning bring me home

To fields where every stone has stood

Oh come the evening leave me lone

To tend the land the way I should

Bridge

The clay remembers every hand

The spade the seed the slanting rain

I'll plant what spring will surely wake

And trust the soil to grow again

Chorus

Oh come the morning bring me home

To fields where every stone has stood

Oh come the evening leave me lone

To tend the land the way I should