| «Head To The Heart» is the name of the road
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| 'Cross mountains, valleys, switchbacks, and stones
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| The longest of journeys that I’ve ever known
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| To take me, take me home
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| I walked for many-a-miles, many-a-days
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| Months became years, they asked me my age
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| I said, «I couldn’t see what difference it makes
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| Once we reach, we reach home»
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| Off in the distance, there must be a place
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| Somewhere to find rest, some light on your face
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| She said, «I've always been open
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| So come through my gate.»
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| I said, «Love, I’m on my way
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| I’m on my way»
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| I started to doubt that I might arrive
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| Sometimes I wandered and one time I cried
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| On the breast of a woman who paid a high price
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| To say «yes»
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| «Yes» to home
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| I asked her, «What does it feel like?»
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| «And how will I know?»
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| «How long must I wait?»
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| «Which way do I go?»
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| She said, «I've always been open
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| So come through my gate.»
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| I said, «Love, I’m on my way
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| I’m on my way»
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| One day in the distance, a mountain did rise
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| But one that was different, it wore a disguise
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| I saw my destination for the first time
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| Yes, I saw it clearly, but not with my eyes
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| And when I arrived I met a young man
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| He showed me his heart
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| He showed me his hands
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| He wore a strange crown
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| Said it hurts where he stands, but «welcome
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| Welcome home»
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| I said, «Show me the table
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| I’m a traveling man
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| I’ll eat every last crumb
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| I’ll take all that I can
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| And she said, «I've always been open
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| So come through my gate.»
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| I said, «Love, I’m on my way
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| I’m on my way»
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| So, «Head To The Heart» is the name of the road
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| 'Cross mountains, valleys, switchbacks, and stones
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| The longest of journeys that I’ve ever known
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| To take me, take me home |