When I was young
Yearning to be free
I never cared
How hard the road might be
I left my home
For dreams I don't recall
For I was young
And knew it all
The tree grows green
And blossoms in the spring
When its roots are deep and strong
A man may dream
But when his heart needs peace
Then his roots will lead him home
I'm older now
And at last I see
Held by my roots
My spirit can be free
To stand again
Where my fathers stood
I feel a love
I never thought I would
I am the sum
Of all their many parts
The roots grow deep
Inside my heart
The road will bend
And every journey end
Where the heart knows it belongs
So through this life
I'll travel far and wide
Then my roots will lead me home
The road will bend
And every journey end
Then my roots will lead me home
