When I go away I try to forget
All of those pieces of memories of regret
When I go away I can hold them at arm's length
And say you cannot hurt me, you cannot touch me
You cannot hurt me today
But I always come back, back to the fold
To the font of the cradle of birth
I always return to the home and the hearth
And the place where I first knew the hurt
Now you can be travelling a long weary time
You can be holding his hand or mine
And this can be our way together or apart
But that's just the road of the heart
When I am travelling down the country mile
I look for the clouds, then I burst into a smile
When the sun is all shining and the birds are in song
Then I'm reminded that nothing is wrong
When I am travelling along a steep hill
And the ridges are vast with an emptiness that chills
Then I see your hand in the sky high above
And I know it's all just a plan of your love
When I am travelling through dale and through den
And the trees they grow over and they are my ken
I know you're near me, because I feel at ease
With the summer behind me and the autumn's breeze
When I am travelling far from my home
I can forget all of those feelings I own
Nothing is stronger than the pull to return
From where I've been travelling the heart's road that burns
