Nehaveigur

In the quiet misty morning 
When the moon has gone to bed 
When the sparrows stop their singing 
And the sky is clear and red 

When the summer's ceased its gleaming 
When the corn is past its prime 
When adventure's lost its meaning 
I'll be homeward bound in time 

Bind me not to the pasture 
Chain me not to the plow 
Set me free to find my calling 
And I'll return to you somehow

Peter Hollens: Homeward Bound