Homeward

Family Reunion 20131Sitting silly beneath the moon
Wonder if we’re going soon
Making plans to see the world
Engine smokestacks black and curled
Across the channel, through the seas
Seagulls cry into the breeze
Waves that toss us to and fro
They take us to where we want to go
Hands entwined, we make the climb
Traversing mountains, crossing time
Hidden temples, holy feasts
Watching men and hunting beasts

Team Praha 20137

China’s fields, they show us with spring
Then rickshaw riders, we see Bejing
The praying monks know why we’re here
We want to see a sky that’s clear
Then to the islands in the sun
We make our vessel sail the run
In Moscow vodka keeps us warm
And furry hats help fight the storm
The rugged cold and freezing wind
Sets us on the path again
Crispy mornings, starry skies
Snowy slopes, a wolf that cries

Team Praha 20139

Now to Prague on cobblestone
Entranced, enchanted, all alone
Saint Charles’ Bridge beneath the night
Swans that wade in soft moonlight
The ghostly old cathedral sleeps
Its ancient spells of myst’ry keeps
Beaten backwood paths we tread
Stopping here and there for bread
Speaking just with hands and smiles
We travel on for peaceful miles
Europe’s forests we explore
Till we reach its glossy shore

Life in Zbraslav 20132

Rome and Venice, here we start
Home of hist’ry, hearth for art
Ah, Pari’ – we make our way
It shines at night and sings the day
Glinting lights and sparkling wine
And youth and love are in their prime
Now Berlin, now London town
Up the streets, the rivers down
Warm baguettes and warmer nights
Bells and wheels and red-stringed kites
Towers made, channels built
Men push the world, make it tilt

Life in Zbraslav 20133

To Africa we turn our trip
Down the coast, the farthest tip
Jungles, monsters, mighty men
And then across the sea again
In Brazil we make our port
No fancy cars, no fine resort
Just flowers, juices, jingle-beads
Color, culture, a path that leads
Through the thickets, up the hill
Monkeys call, their voices shrill
Ranches roving over plains
Misty mornings, heavy rains

Team Praha 20134

Dusty peaks and waterfalls
Singing tribesmen make their calls
Always wet and always hot
I hold you close – you’re all I’ve got
And then one day my heart, it burns
And onward, northward, slowly turns
We pack our things, pick up our shoes
Continue on with naught to lose
I’ve got a compass that points me true
And always leads me straight to you
My feet are itching to take me places
Shorelines, sunsets, cities, faces

But underneath this big, bright dome
You’re the only place that feels like home

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