I love to walk through woods with Pa.

He’s so much faster than my ma,

And when he holds my hand, I find

We leave the others far behind.

Walking through big woods is grand,

As long as Papa holds my hand.

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I love to walk beneath big skies,

But something restless in me cries

For more room still. And then I shout

And spin and wave my arms about.

Walking underneath big skies,

I feel the heavens’ endless size.

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I love to walk in wild, tall grass

And hear the swishes as I pass,

And watch the ripples far away

Come close then leave again in play.

Pushing through high grass is fun,

But it is better still to run.

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I do not like to walk through snow.

Each step is heavy, hard and slow.

The cold creeps from my feet until

It finds my heart, to freeze my will.

Slogging through great drifts of snow

I cannot get where I would go.

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And when my journey’s almost done,

I will not have to walk. I’ll run

To Papa’s arms. He’ll carry me

Beyond the mountains, past the sea.

Forevermore we’ll cease to roam.

The path will end, and we’ll be home. 

“Carry Me Home,” written by me, arranged by Elanna Lund, sung by my family, solo part by our youngest (when she was much younger).