Album: Basia On Broadway

Yearning

tender feelings heal with flowers
when your woes and sorrows leave you overwhelmed
for the state of endless sadness or uncompleted mourning—
take star of bethlehem,
there's willow if bitter, when helpless-- wild rose,
some sunshine wattle revives all lost hopes
but for a simple case of longing—
what are we to do when homeless in our hearts and souls
some of us take daring chances following our lovers—
the passion we can trust...
others just cannot sit still—
they're driven by the power of mighty wanderlust
wherever we go, god, we're trying so hard
to make every place feel like home left behind
but despite of all endeavours--nothing changed, as ever—
we're homeless in our hearts...
but i'm yearning no more
'cause i found my home in you and now it's where i belong
i gave up the world to be with you
come to me, i'll soothe your yearning...
is this what you've always dreamed of
the aim of our desire is hard to recognize
it often stares you in the face and yet, against all reason,
takes the longest time to find you circle the globe, go native, go far...
but it's not a country or a town, not a house...
what's the use of distant travel if only to discover—
you're homeless in your heart but
i'm yearning no more 'cause i found my home in you
and now it's where i belong
i gave up the world to be with you
so come to me, let me soothe your yearning...