The winds prevail upon the Cabot Trail On Cape Breton’s northern shore And from those cliffs it feels as if You’re looking down through heaven’s floor
And there’s a spot where you can walk Near the top of Sulfur Mountain Where the big horn sheep high above Banff’s streets Leave your heart full as a fountain
And of all those places Those high up spaces Wherever I may roam Have I felt so grounded, so surrounded By a love I’ve never known Than the place that I call home
And I’ve seen first hand that canyon Grand In the state of Arizona Like God’s perfume the cactus bloom From Tucson to Sedona
And the fields of wheat in the summer heat That reach across Nebraska Or the Northern Lights finale ‘bove the Matanuska Valley That light up all Alaska
But of all those places Those wide-open spaces From Austin clear to Nome Have I felt so lifted, so deeply gifted In a way I’ve never known Than the place that I call home
Bridge: It doesn’t matter where it is From sea to shining sea It’s anywhere that my heart lives That’s where home is to me
And of all those places Either small or spacious From Calcutta to Cologne Am I at my best where my soul can rest For I never walk alone Or have I felt God’s grace ever touch a place In a way I’ve never known Like the place that I call home Than the place that I call home