Miracle of Sound - Call of home

Through ^Gmriver, root and stone The ^Dmdistant call of home So ^Gmfar yet always with us In^Dmside our hearts and bones

No ^Cmbreadth or sphere Or white ^Gmmountains sheer Can ^Fquell the call of ^Dhome

^G There is no hearth that is ^Cquite as bright As a ^Emflame that flickers ^Dfree

Though many ^Emroads lay out^Cside of my door There is but ^Gone that calls to ^Dme

^GLong I locked away A ^Cwanderer's heart ^Em A ^Dflame that flickers free

Through ^Gmriver, root and stone The ^Dmdistant call of home So ^Gmfar yet always with us In^Dmside our hearts and bones

No ^Cmcreek or cave Or wild w^Gmind or wave Can ^Fquell the call of ^Dhome

^G And down where the ^Brivers flow ^G In shimmers and ^Bshade ^FmHere the future is ^Dmade

^GSolemn bonds of ^Gmtrust will never ^Ffade [Interlude] ^GmDeepest depths and ^Emdankest darkness ^GmWithered limbs they ^F#drag my carcass ^GmStole my love and ^Emmy desire ^GmCurse their skin to ^F#bathe in fire

^DmBurn ^DmBurn And burn in ^Gmfire

Through ^Gmriver, root and stone The ^F#distant call of home So ^Gmfar yet always with us In^F#side our hearts and bones

^Eb So soft the ^Dcall of ^Ghome