This Lamp from Home by Hiram Ring

This lamp is an old one, it doesn’t shine so bright.
The metal’s lost its luster, but it warms up the night
and lights the way for you to come back home.

The candle is a flicker of the flame it once was.
The gleam is just a glimmer, a memory of love
that held the stars in their place and waits for you to come back home.

And I haven’t moved since that day.
I haven’t moved since that day.

The doorbell still is broken, the door has no lock.
The welcome of the hearthstone opens to your gentle knock.
The homely house is ready for you to come back home.

And I haven’t moved since that day.
I haven’t moved since that day.
I haven’t moved since that day.
I haven’t moved since that day.
I have been waiting for you to come back home.

• Acoustic
• Folk
• Gospel
• folk
• jazz
• Lancaster