Place Called Home

By Master Efenwealt Wystle
copyright © 1999 by Scott F. Vaughan
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We spend our lives searching for freedom
We spend our lives searching for love
Once in awhile, come upon a friendly smile
Hoping to find a place called home

After the hard times and the waiting
After the good times and the fun
We find that our friends will stay with us 'till the end
Helping us find that place called home

Sitting 'round the fireside in the evening
Pass the drink and share a song or two
Talk about the old days when the world was bright and young
Waiting for the early morning dew

When time at last leads to the parting
When time at last leads to farewell
I'll pray my friend that our paths might meet again
And one day you find that place called home

Funny how some of the simplest songs you never understand until something profound around with them. I starting writing this about 8 years ago when my friend Nick moved away to New Jersey. I finished it years later. When I received the rough draft of this CD I got to play it for my father-in-law and he said how much he liked this piece. A week later he passed away after a long and courageous battle with cancer. I was sitting and playing this piece to myself when I realized that it was really written for him. Many of our friends and family have described his death as a homecoming for him. I think of him whenever I play it.

This work is copyright © 1999 by Scott F. Vaughan (aka Master Efenwealt Wystle). The lyrics are published here for limited personal use only. Any other reproductions (electronic, printed, audio, etc.) are prohibited. Vocal performance of the piece at events and other functions of the Society for Creative Anachronism, Inc. is permissible so long as the author is given credit.

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