Lisbeth Scott Take Me Home
In the sweet light
Of the valley,
When the sun falls
Upon the pine,
I shall lay down
All of my troubles,
And I lift up,
This heart of mine.
Take me home, Lord,
Oh take me home.
O'er the hillside,
And o'er the sea,
To the soft grass of the valley,
Where your grace
Shall set me free.
Through the shadow
Of the darkness,
Through the storms that
Lead me astray
I shall travel
Forever knowing
In your light,
I will always stay.
Take me home, Lord,
Oh take me home.
O'er the hillside,
And o'er the sea,
To the soft grass of the valley,
Where your grace
Shall set me free.
