Had it all one day, threw it all away.
Took my leave with no goodbye.
Bought some company,
bragged how I was free;
Laughed and looked death in the eye.
Even far away, in a foreign place,
Where the hungers gnawed my soul.
Still my heart would long for love’s old sweet song
And a fire when the nights were cold.
There’s a road somewhere, there’s an open door,
There’s a hill where the green grass grows;
There’s a family feast where
there’s joy and peace,
goin’ back to a place called hope.
Fickle friends are gone, wasted years
are long and regret can bring you low.
But there’s a swift embrace,
there’s amazing grace!
There’s a place where lost sons go!
There’s a road somewhere,
there’s an open door,
There’s a hill where the green grass grows;
There’s a family feast where there’s joy
and peace, goin’ back to a place called
hope,
Goin’ back to a place called hope,
Goin’ back to a place called hope.
