Day ONE....

Provo City Center Temple

God Speed Sorelle Gochnour!!

Oh how we will miss you!

Homeward Bound 

Lyrics by Marta Keen Thompson

“In the quiet misty morning

When the moon has gone to bed,

When the sparrows stop their singing

And the sky is clear and red,

When the summer’s ceased its gleaming,

When the corn is past its prime,

When adventure’s lost its meaning,

I’ll be homeward bound in time.

Bind me not to the pasture;

Chain me not to the plow.

Set me free to find my calling

And I’ll return to you somehow.

If you find it’s me you’re missing,

If you’re hoping I’ll return,

To your thoughts I’ll soon be list’ning,

In the road I’ll stop and turn.

Then the wind will set me racing

As my journey nears its end,

And the path I’ll be retracing

When I’m homeward bound again.

Bind me not to pasture;

Chain me not to the plow.

Set me free to find my calling

And I’ll return to you somehow.

In the quiet misty morning

When the moon has gone to bed,

When the sparrows stop their singing,

I’ll be homeward bound again.