Everything - Lisbeth Scott, Nathan Barr

In the sweet light

Of the valley,

When the sun falls

Upon the pine,

I shall lay down

All of my troubles

And I lift up,

This heart of mine.

Take me home, Lord,

Oh, take me home.

O'er the hillside,

And o'er the sea,

To the soft grass of the valley,

Where your grace

Shall set me free.

Through the shadow

Of the darkness,

Through the storms,

That lead me astray,

I shall travel,

Forever knowing,

In your light

I will always stay.

Take me home, Lord,

Oh, take me home.

O'er the hillside,

And o'er the sea,

To the soft grass of the valley,

Where your grace

Shall set me free.