I am going home with thee

 

I am going home with thee
To thy home! To thy home!
I am going home with thee
To thy home of winter

I am going home with thee
To thy home! To thy home!
I am going home with thee
To thy home of autumn, spring
and of summer.

I am going home with thee,
Thou child of my love,
To thine eternal bed,
To thy perpetual sleep.

I am going home with thee,
Thou child of my love,
To the dear Son of blessings,
To the Father of grace.

 

 

(Carmina Gadelica. Alexander Carmichael. #345; a prayer for Death)