Vārdi: Joan Baez. Edge Of Glory.

My house stands at the edge of glory
Steady as the seasons change
Dreams of grace arise before me
And they call me home again

I went forth with no protection
Through a fierce and a blinding rain
And seeking truth but not perfection
I saw my father's face again

Father, father can you hear me?
Through this swirl of thoughts unsaid
All you wanted, I did not know
And all you asked I tried to give

My house stands at the edge of glory
Steady as the seasons change
Dreams of grace arise before me
And they call me home again

Take this hand that I hold out
It's meant to bridge the years apart
Come in come in from the howling wind
To the clearing of my heart

Still and lovely came the morning
Gone was my father's face
And in my house a bright reflection
New among my dreams of grace

My house stands at the edge of glory
Steady as the seasons change
Dreams of grace arise before me
And they call me home again
Yes, they call me home again