To My Roots - Emma Stevens, Bruce Bouton, Michael Spriggs

I stopped somewhere in Nashville

New York, then LA

I woke up without knowing why

Somehow I’d lost my way

There were no signs to guide me

Only strangers who were kind

They offered me directions

To the dreams I’d left behind, left behind

I’m on my way and getting close

To the roses growing

To the rivers flowing

Let my heart go where it’s going

To the seasons turning

To the home fires burning

To my roots, to my roots

To my roots, I am returning

The city streets are hard

Break down my walking boots

It seems I’m always travelling home

To get back to my roots

Happiness seems like a place

That’s always far away

It’s like a prayer you know so well

But you’ve forgotten how to pray, how to pray

I’m on my way and getting close

To the roses growing

To the rivers flowing

Let my heart go where it’s going

To the seasons turning

To the home fires burning

To my roots, to my roots

To my roots, I am returning

A church bell rings out loud

So loud it breaks the spell

I look outside my window

At a town that knows me well

The dew is on the clover

The morning sun is gold

A blackbird calls out from the heath

A song that’ll never grow old

Grow old

Grow old (to my roots, to my roots, to my roots, to my roots)

Grow old (to my roots, to my roots, to my roots, to my roots)

To my roots, to my roots

To my roots, I am returning