All day yesterday, I had a melody from “Children of Eden” stuck in my head. I had no idea why.
Then, after we had sweat and worked for several hours, and finally were relaxing in the backyard around a lantern, it hit me..
It’s time to make a home
Heaven knows the life’s been hard
Summers brief and arid
Winters bleak and numb
Look what we call home
These old walls are stained and scarred
I can still remember
What each scar was from
You could call it run down
Worn out
Threadbare
And I guess you’d come
Close to home
And I remember, in someone else’s garden long ago
We had all we could eat
But it seems the fruit our own hands grow
Somehow tastes twice as sweet
On this barren plot
We’ll plant our wheat and dig our well
And we’ll be a family
Steady as a star
Look at what we’ve got
Only what we’ve made ourselves
Though it’s next to nothing
Look how rich we are
Funny now how Eden doesn’t seem so far
Come sit besides me in the dying light
What storms the morning brings, we’ll weather all right
Your hand in my hand
And as we sit here, huddled in the gloam
Paradise seems strangely close
Close to home
