Just To Be Here

The sky is large enough
There's room for clouds to pass
Fields of golden rod
And bending willow

This is home to me
These worn paths I have made
The lark can't sing a song
That's not familiar

CHORUS — There's no longing in my soul
No distant calling I hear
The world is still and at the moment
It's enough just to be here

Sometimes I drift into
The comfort of silence
And all I take with me
Is your hand in my hand

CHORUS