Welcome Home from unentitled by John Gorka

Welcome home, welcome home
To a place you’ve never been
Still, the land, the sky, the wind
Say you are known, welcome home

The land still remembers
It’s in the bluestem and the mud
And the ancestors within you
There is memory in the blood

There will be a place to wallow
There will be room to run
Better than a nickel back
You’re back where you belong

Oh, would the weather wonder
At the thunder you could make
Thunder without lightning
With dust clouds in your wake

Oh, we wish you many seasons
We wish you healthy young
The occasional mild winter
Shade from the summer sun

Head down into the wind
You know what December brings
You know how to face to the cold
To meet another spring

• Folk
• americana
• singer-songwriter
• Minnesota