COUNTRY SOUL

A soft stroke of wind could eat up my courage  

It's too cramped on my commuter train 

The dull grey scenery 

Too many buildings in the city 

But the river sings a song I know  

 

Come home 

Come home 

Let that inner voice break down the noise  

You know the land and the farms  

You are the hardworking kind 

Come home 

This is where you belong 

Country soul 

 

I remember the scent of new ploughed fields  

The crisp winter wind biting off my cheeks 

Surrounded by history and the backbones of the country  

Where my mother tells a story I know 

 

Come home 

Come home 

Let that inner voice break down the noise  

You know the land and the farms  

You are the hardworking kind 

Come home 

This is where you belong 

 

I go back to my grandma's coffee table  

Where every memory has a chair 

And the barn I used to play in  

And the work we had to share  

It's in my lumberjack father's bones 

And I hear when it ca-a-a-alls  

 

Come home 

Come home 

Let that inner voice break down the noise  

You know the land and the farms  

You are the hardworking kind 

Come home 

This is where you belong 

This is where I belong 

Country soul  

Lyrics and music: Sigrid Elise Fossan