The mist is lifting on the harbor slow,
The gulls are crying songs I used to know.
I see the lights along the shore,
And footsteps echo on the floor.
The fire is warm, the kettle hums,
The evening settles like a thousand drums.
You’re waiting there with eyes so kind—
The homecoming I left behind.
No journey ends where it began,
But here, at last, I understand:
The road was long, the stars were few,
But every mile led back to you.