Track 4 of the album Every Glass Held Up · 2018
Sing Me the Long Way Home
“The one we sing when we are all far from our own hills. The choir hums the chimney smoke underneath.”
classical crossover · classical crossover · folk hymn · 4:11
Lyrics
I'm far from the hills and the smoke from the chimneys Far from the lane where my footsteps were known The city is bright but the bright is a stranger And nothing here knows me the way home has known So I hum it low, I hum it slow The tune that the old kitchen knew Sing me the long way home Over the rooftops, over the foam Carry the sound of the door and the stair Carry the smell of the rain in the air Sing me the long way home I am not lost, I am only alone Every voice that I hear is a lantern to steer Sing me the long way home My mother's voice on a crackling telephone Telling me nothing and telling me all The dog has grown old, the apple tree's blossomed The neighbours all ask how I'm doing at all So I hum it low, I hum it slow The tune that the old kitchen knew Sing me the long way home Over the rooftops, over the foam Carry the sound of the door and the stair Carry the smell of the rain in the air Sing me the long way home I am not lost, I am only alone Every voice that I hear is a lantern to steer Sing me the long way home Homesick is only love with nowhere to land Love with its arms held out wide And one day the distance will fold like a map And I'll walk through the door and inside Sing me the long way home Over the rooftops, over the foam Carry the sound of the door and the stair Carry the smell of the rain in the air Sing me the long way home I am not lost, I am only alone Every voice that I hear is a lantern to steer Sing me the long way home Sing me the long way home Sing me home