House on the hill, hush in the air
Lingering still, evensong prayer
Lamp on the sill, time tarries there
To welcome you home
Father he waits, ever bestead
Cherrytree makes, your cradle and bed
Spindles and slates, polished to red
To welcome you home
Mother is still, hands never cease
Lamb on the hill gives the softest of fleece
Blanket of wool, woven by peace
To welcome you home
Come morning the lark, calls out to the night
Sleep in the dark, born into the light
Heart of our hearts, souls reunite
To welcome you home
The wind holds her breath, the earth heaves a sigh
Seas still their depths and the heavens draw nigh
To see your first breath
To hear your first cry
The wind holds her breath, the earth heaves a sigh
Seas still their depths and the heavens draw nigh
To see your first breath
To hear your first cry
To see your first breath, hear your first cry
And welcome you home (repeat)