Where the Sheep Still Know Me

I thought I’d gone too far…
But the sheep… they still know me.

I left this town with fire in my veins,
Chased every dream that called my name.
The road was long, the lights were bright,
But none of them… felt quite right.
I carried years like heavy wool,
Till my shoulders bent and my heart grew cool.
Then one quiet dawn I turned around,
And heard the bells I thought I’d lost somehow.

If your heart feels heavy from the miles you’ve run,
If you wonder if you’re still someone…
Listen to the morning!

Where the sheep still know me!
Where the quiet calls me home.
Where the sheep still know me,
I don’t have to walk alone.
Even when the world moved on too fast,
They waited here with patient hearts.
Where the sheep still know me…
I’m already home.

By the crooked gate the old hands wave,
No questions asked, just tea and grace.
A lamb comes close and rests its head,
Like it remembered every word I never said.
The weaver smiles, the baker shares his bread,
And suddenly the weight inside my head
Begins to fall like morning mist…
In this very unusual town, I’m missed.

No one here is counting what I lost,
They just make room for what I’ve brought.
Listen to the morning!

Where the sheep still know me!
Where the quiet calls me home.
Where the sheep still know me,
I don’t have to walk alone.
Even when the years tried to erase my name,
They kept it safe in morning flame.
Where the sheep still know me…
I’m already home.

I asked the old shepherd with tears in his eyes,
“How do you keep the light when the good years die?”
He smiled and said, soft as the morning dew…
“The sheep never left you…
and neither did the truth.”

Where the sheep still know me!
Where the quiet calls me home!
Where the sheep still know me,
Love was never mine alone!
If your heart is tired and your steps feel slow,
Let the bells remind you what you already know!
Where the sheep still know me…
I’m already home.

Mm… where the sheep still know me…
I’m already home.