Called Home

The golden mist across the brae,
The herald of the coming day,
Whispers of a time long gone
Murmurs a haunting, lonely song.
“Come home, come home where you belong.
You’ve been gone away too long.
Come back to crag and rock and stone,
Your place is here where you are known.”
In youth you wandered far and wide,
The misty songs of home denied;
In age you feel the call again
To come back home to loch and glen
For that is where you still belong
Within the whispers of the song.