So much of what I pushed out once
Has returned after all these months
To go where you have been
To be where you are again
Come be close and be rested

Lines from a stray age
News comes 'round from another day's page
To go where you have been
To be where you are again
Come be close and be rested

It's you

Are you not that sycamored place
Where my thoughts journey and cling
A familiar voice in the flutter of silver leaves
And the swell of strings

Is it not you who seeks me out?
Sews goodness and holds me dear
Who draws me out with pen in hand again
With my heart laid bare

It's you, oh my darling, it's you

A gentle greeting in the morning
Let the exodus begin
We've left this place nigh on a thousand times
And we'll leave it again

In the evening that makes you so lovely
We'll find a place to be
In the swirling music the flurry of castanets
You are there with me

It's you, oh my darling, it's you