Homeward Bound

I could never be in the Mormon Tabernacle Choir simply because I would never be able to make it through a song without crying.  The magnitude of the spirit felt through music is so incredible.  A few weeks ago a girl in my ward sang this song and I absolutely loved it.

"Homeward Bound"
In the quiet misty morning
When the moon has gone to bed,When the sparrows stop their singingAnd the sky is clear and red,When the summer's ceased its gleamingWhen the corn is past its prime,When adventure's lost its meaning -I'll be homeward bound in timeBind me not to the pastureChain me not to the plowSet me free to find my callingAnd I'll return to you somehowIf you find it's me you're missingIf you're hoping I'll return,To your thoughts I'll soon be listening,And in the road I'll stop and turnThen the wind will set me racingAs my journey nears its endAnd the path I'll be retracingWhen I'm homeward bound againBind me not to the pastureChain me not to the plowSet me free to find my callingAnd I'll return to you somehow