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It isn't easy to be away from home in a another land.
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Acoustic folk, gospel, inspirational, gentle, soothing, evangelistic, gospel folk, singer, song writer, country Christian artist Christian Performer, Music Mini
Mark Is an accomplished acoustic folk guitarist. Singer/song writer been playing for 40 years. Gentle freestyle folk with thought provoking lyrics. Mark is a balladeer telling stories of changed lives and the One who changes lives. Sometimes joined by his wife Marta they have a unique vocal blend. Marta's rich contralto voice blends together with Mark's tenor voice in soothing harmony. Together the paint the picture of God's sweet love for man.
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Genre
Country • Alternative Country
Charts
#843 in subgenre Peak #30
Charts
Peak #171
Author
Mark Wheeler
Rights
1983
Uploaded
February 07, 2008
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MP3 5.0 MB • 128 kbps • 5:29
Story behind the song
True story of a young Scotsman who came to America to work the oil pipelines of Alaska.
Lyrics
Welcome home I met a young manScotsman in the Clyde Valley, outside of Glasgow. Was his home. He stood head and shoulders above other Scotsman A heart of adventure would take him far, far from home. Across the pond to the U S of A to the wilderness of Alaska he came To work on the pipeline that brought precious oil To their cities and villages houses and homes. The hours were grueling and the days were daunting, exhaustion Raping his body with back breaking pain Tired and lonely he sought refuge in a cold pint of Ale The void in his soul deepened and widened, spiraling downward Till the pain in his core cried out for more The drugs he now took left him helplessly empty, far. far from home. He woke up one morning to walk to his mirror to see horror untold There the reflection was a dead man walking Imprisoned by fear, ravaged by anguish. Far, far from home In a desperate cry of despair, he fell to his knees And cried out for mercy to Unshackle his soul With no one to hear him but God alone, Far ,far from home Like the prodigal son enslave by his senses, eager for change To the arms of forgiveness he came Daddy welcomed him home, caressing his spirit , Flooding his heart with love untold Welcome home, welcome home, welcome home, welcome home.
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