How green are you valleys, how blue your great skies,

You mountains stand tall in their glory;

Your rivers run free—the bright stars are your eyes,

Your beauty is endless before me.

For you are the song ever singing in me,

And you are the heart ever true;

For you are my land and you always will be,

The voice ever calling me home to you.

When to you green valleys someday I return,

When you lay your mantle around me;

At rest I will be where the heart will not yearn,

Then my land will ever surround me.

For you are the song ever singing in me,

And you are the heart ever true;

For you are my land and you always will be,

The voice ever calling me home to you.

The voice ever calling me…home to you.  

Do you hear his voice whispering in your soul?

Listen!  He is calling your name—calling you home.

His song is singing in your heart—his passion ever dancing there.  Joy is welling up from where your spirit touches his.

Can you feel his mantle around you—the delight of his embrace—his playful arms surrounding you at rest?