Love Is Making Its Way Back Home

Dark pines the moonlit road
Winter time the crunch of snow
I wonder will your smile show
That love is making its way back home
Love is making its way back home
Love is making its way back home
Love is making its cold weary way back home

And when its finally reappeared
We wont ask what it has seen
It wont say and and we wont care
Where its traveled and the in between
Love is making its way back home
Love is making its way back home
Love is making its cold weary way back home
To you and me

So keep on, keep on, keep on
Even if you can, you can't leave it long
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Just because its gone don't mean its gone for long

All the jazz you've heard is true
Love is patient and love can burn
And it wont to be excused
And it wont ask if it can please return

Some will tell ya that its a myth
Try to say it don't exist
Well shake a hand to help her place
When it's finally standing in our midst yeah

Love is making its way back home
Love is making its way back home
Love is making its cold weary way back home

Love is making its way back home
Love is making its way back home
Love is making its cold weary way back home
To you and me

Keep on, keep on, keep on, keep on
Keep on, keep on, keep on, keep on
Keep on, keep on, keep on, keep on
Keep on, keep on, keep on, keep on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

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