Place Names - Hem

Left the key in the door

Left the window open wide

Left my home wanting more

Than I ever found inside

Far from the water

Nothing safe or the same

There’s a voice that is calling

That is calling my name

From the old ruin signs

Still dividing open land

To the cold trembling pines

That are rising where I stand

Clear down to Jackson

East until Edgar Bay

There’s a voice that remembers

That remembers the way

Should I travel up to heaven

Take my measure lying down

I’ll still dream of that road

Setting out from my hometown

Oh Cynthiana

No place I’d rather claim

There’s a voice that is calling

That is calling your name