I don't remember how many times I have walked this path br Back to your arms each time br I face the mountains that is a welcoming sight br Finding my way back home to you. br br The familiar sights and sounds br The garden of lush greens br The music that is a constant reminder br Of your genius within. br br The gentleness in you br Your quiet unassuming ways br The way you hold my hand br The way I hold on to yours. br br Thank you for never letting me go.