Steve's Song

having been quite aimless blown

far from the cold old island where I'd grown

hoping maybe here would help me turn the stone

hiking sunny hills and shady hollows

followed by my friends the swallows

dawn's choir trilling tiny obrigados

I imagined me to be content

free about how my time was spent

only what I wanted and whimsy where I went

little did I know my steps were fated

heavenly designed and orchestrated

the stars long ago had it all anticipated

tip toeing across the swells of two blue seas

you came to the shores of the Portuguese

a summer breeze teasing at the almond trees

and in the gossip of the rustling leaves

were hints of sweet soliloquies

romance of the sort a soul believes

was then I heard you say

you were hoping it might be OK

for you to walk with me just a little way

the rest has been the making of a love

in which we've taken full advantage of

how well we fit both hand-in-glove

now I'll never ever be alone

seems somehow some way I've always known

where you are my heart is home

where you are my heart is home

my heart is home