This was on Will’s playlist when we were on our Moose Hunting trip in 2015 — our first camping trip. I cried then. I still cry. And then I found it today on Will’s phone.

On a sleepy endless ocean when the world lay in a dream
There was rhythm in the splash and roll, but not a voice to sing
So the moon shone on the breakers and the morning warmed the waves
Till a single cell did jump and hum for joy as though to say
This is my home, this is my only home
This is the only sacred ground that I have ever known
And should I stray in th dark night alone
Rock me goddess in the gentle arms of eden
Then the day shone bright and rounder til the one turned into two
And the two into ten thousand things, and old things into new
And on some virgin beach head one lonesome critter crawled
And he looked about and shouted out in his most astonished drawl
This is my home …
Then all the sky was buzzin and the ground was carpet green
And the wary children of the wood went dancin in between
And the people sang rejoicing when the field was glad with grain
This song of celebration from their cities on the plain
This is my home …
Now there’s smoke across the harbor, and there’s factories on the shore
And the world is ill with greed and will and enterprise of war
But I will lay my burden in the cradle of your grace
And the shining beaches of your love and the sea of your embrace
This is my home …