Jabo and I went to the Kerrville Folk Festival. As we drove through the entrance, I realized I wasn’t in the mood for camping with lots of people, so I hitched a ride back to Austin with our friends, Jerry and Nancy Stevens. When I offered to help navigate, Nancy said, “That’s okay. Jerry knows the way home.” And I knew it had to be a song.
Why do you love him? How can you stay?
I asked her when we were alone
She smiled at me sadly but all she could say was
“Because he knows the way home.”
Where is the lover when love is long gone?
Where is the child when the woman is grown?
And where does the singer go after the song?
It’s a long way home.
Home is where the heart resides
Home is where the truth presides
Home is where the love abides
It’s a long way home.
So will you come walking or sing me a song
To delight me, or write me a poem
Or tell me a story of loving and light
And when night comes, come follow me home.
Home is where my heart resides
Home is where the truth presides
Home is where my love abides
And besides, I know my way home.
Beside you I’ll find my way home.
(Written May 27, 1984)
© Pat and Jerry Grigadean, 1998
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