Homeland

This isn’t polished or uber produced... it’s mostly just for me... we buried my father on Wednesday. and I’ve been singing this song for a few months trying to prepare myself... my close friend Greg (and Rebecca) wrote this for his father... gone from Alzheimer's... I knew Greg's father and loved him.. I'd go hunting with Greg and his dad, just to walk the fields with him... I never even shot the gun... and my father was world champion skeet with a muzzle loader (a flintlock no less) for around 20 years... i didn't inherit any of those traits... I'm better with a guitar in my hand

Greg and Rebecca sang at my wedding... I was fine, and really enjoying the whole event... drinking it in... but when they sang... I cried like a baby...

When I arrived at the church early on Wed to set up my guitar (I played during the service).. the first faces I saw were Greg and Rebecca as I walked in... they were there to greet me... i didn’t know they’d be there... they came all the way from Pittsburgh to Indiana... I asked them to sing this as soon as i saw them... again i was fine through the whole service... but when they sang this I came apart...

I wrote the prologue and the rest belongs to Greg and Rebecca... I wanted to play this for you because I know you’ll never hear it anywhere else... technically it’s a cover, but’ it’s really like Harold singing one of Johns songs... I don’t think anyone would mind, and I did tell Greg I was going to record it... He didn’t care...

but still if anyone objects... i’ll pull it down right away..



William Robert Carmichael

June 19 1931 - December 6 2008

My father was an amazing man... he accomplished so much in his life..

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peace Dad

we miss you

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finally the phone call that i knew was sure to come
at once I’m filled with wonder... filled with dread
William’s race is finished now... and his reward is won
brother oh my brother... father is dead

HUMAN SKIN THAT BURNS AND SWEATS
FATHER SON TRUE ALIENS CROSS THIS DESERT LAND
PICTURE OF THE WISE AND STRONG
THRU BLINDING STORMS THEY TRUDGE ALONG, HAND IN HAND

THE BOY CRIES FATHER FATHER IF I LOOSE YOU ALONG THE WAY
I’LL MEET YOU IN THE MORNING AT THE EASTERN GATE

IN OUR HOMELAND IN OUR HOMELAND

FATHERS STEPS ARE SLOWING DOWN
THE BOY HELPS HIM TO THE GROUND
AND CRIES THIS ISN’T FAIR
THRU THE YEARS YOU CARRIED ME,
I WANT TO CARRY YOU
BUT I CAN’T GET YOU THERE

FATHER SMILED SON MY SON DON’T PITY ME
WEAKNESS IS NOT WRONG
THRU MY SUFFERING MY SOUL IS HEALED
MY VISION HAS GROWN STRONG

I SEE OUR HOMELAND
I SEE OUR HOME
IN OUR HOMELAND
WE WILL FIND REST


IN YOUTH WE FIGHT IMMATURITY
IN AGE WE BATTLE OUR MORTALITY
THAT’S HOW IT IS
NO MATTER HOW WE TRY TO BUILD
AN OCEAN IN THIS DESERT
WE NEVER WILL

WE BREAK AND CRUMBLE
IT’S HARD TO STAND ON FEET OF CLAY
EACH STEP OR STUMBLE BRINGS US CLOSER
TO OUR PROMISED DAY

IN OUR HOMELAND
IN OUR HOMELAND
WE WILL FIND REST

I’LL SEE YOU AT HOME

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