Across the Miles and Over the Years

From the hills of the Highlands
To the deep Yalu valleys,
And  the spice caravans,
That we rode long ago;
From the high Delphic temple,
To the bullet-stained trenches
To the bright cusp of morning
On the far polar snow

Over ages of failure
Over triumphs undimming
From the gutters of Paris
To the castles of Rome
On the far Berber hilltops,
And the wild Indian Ocean
I have heard you forever,
Always calling me home.

Cho:
 

Across the miles and over the years,

I hear you call:

"When will you come home?

When will you come home?"

Over

And over.

From the ancient beginnings
On a forgotten planet
To far hills where Arcturus
Brings the light of the dawn
From a lifetime of wonder
To the dead steaming jungle
One sure note has continued
Always, calling me on.

Cho:
 

Across the miles and over the years,

I hear you call:

"When will you come home?

When will you come home?"

Over

And over.

Bridge:

    I need no journey other than simply finding you
    The wildest place or  time cannot undo me
    A single thread of knowing you are true
    Will always renew me

From the galaxy's center
To a small sleepy planet
Where the song of the ocean
Meets the dreams of the dew
Over light years and aeons
Over battles and dying
Still your  voice sweetly calls me,
Always strong, always  new

Cho:
 

Across the miles and over the years,

I hear you call:

"When will you come home?

When will you come home?"

Over

    And over.

 Coda:

      Over,
     And over
     Again.