Sung by Swami Kriyananda, in a concert in Germany approx. 1980.
I’ve passed my life as a stranger, Lord. Roamed far in foreign lands: Far, Lord, far too far! Only he who knows he’s far from home, Only he, Lord, understands. Only he who knows he’s far from home Feels the earth and understands.2. Sometimes a stranger did take me in, Then love I thought was near – Love, Lord, where is love? As the winds upon the desert sand Whisper hope, then disappear: As soft winds breathe on the desert sand, So love sighs, then disappears.
3. Sometimes a child laughed, and I did pause, And dreamed of joys at home – Joys, Lord, only a dream! For what joy is there without your smile? Empty, like the ocean foam. For what joy is there without Your smile? You’re the sea; all else is foam.
4. How long must I be a wanderer, Lord? You know where I belong; You know, Lord, yes, You know. Home is where my Lord’s sweet presence is; I’ve grown tired of strangers’ songs. Home is where my Lord’s sweet presence is; Bless me that I hear Your songs.