This has been the perfect song for my first week home:
I have wandered from my home,
My lips are dry, my feet are worn
My eyes are blinded by the dust clouds in the road
But I’m looking for a day when the rain will come and pour
My hope is in the bounty of the Lord
And I’ve traveled far away like a reckless running train
Bound nowhere, racin’ in the night
Now I’m gathered in the hands that fall in that old land
I am resting in the bounty of the Lord
Yeah, I am resting in the bounty of the Lord
And I can hear the people singing, and the sound of tambourinin’
Every member of my distant family
It’s a place that I believe in even though I’ve never seen it
I’m believing in the bounty of the Lord
Yeah, I’m believing in the bounty of the Lord
My hope is in the bounty of the Lord.
My lips are dry, my feet are worn
My eyes are blinded by the dust clouds in the road
But I’m looking for a day when the rain will come and pour
My hope is in the bounty of the Lord
And I’ve traveled far away like a reckless running train
Bound nowhere, racin’ in the night
Now I’m gathered in the hands that fall in that old land
I am resting in the bounty of the Lord
Yeah, I am resting in the bounty of the Lord
And I can hear the people singing, and the sound of tambourinin’
Every member of my distant family
It’s a place that I believe in even though I’ve never seen it
I’m believing in the bounty of the Lord
Yeah, I’m believing in the bounty of the Lord
My hope is in the bounty of the Lord.
It's off the fantastic Live at St. Andrew's album from Caroline Herring and Claire Holley. "In the Bounty of the Lord" is Holley's song. You can listen to the MP3 here, or to the original recording of the song here.
(Thanks to my darling sister for the tip, and for pointing out that the song is so beautiful that it almost makes up for turning tambourine" into an atrocious verb.)
