Walking Far From Home

We first heard the Iron and Wine song “Walking Far From Home” before we left the US. Now that we’re abroad and walking far from home, the powerful imagery resonates with us even more deeply. We love how it captures both the simple details of every day life as well as the deeper trials we experience in the circle of life. While we are always interested in how our walk will differ from country to country, the walk portrayed in this song transcends location and speaks of the shared struggles, celebrations, and basic needs of humankind… anywhere and everywhere. (The song might take awhile to load.)

I was walking far from home
Where the names were not burned along the wall
Saw a building high as heaven
But the door was so small, door was so small

I saw rainclouds, little babies
And a bridge that had tumbled to the ground
I saw sinners making music
I’ve dreamt of that sound, dreamt of that sound

I was walking far from home
But I carried your letters all the while
I saw lovers in a window
Whisper, “Want me like time, want me like time”

I saw sickness, blooming fruit trees
I saw blood and a bit of it was mine
I saw children in a river
But their lips were still dry, lips were still dry

I was walking far from home
And I found your face mingled in the crowd
Saw a boatful of believers sail off
Talking too loud, talking too loud

I saw sunlight on the water
Saw a bird fall like a hammer from the sky
Saw an old woman on the speed train
She was closing her eyes, closing her eyes

I saw flowers on the hillside
And a millionaire pissing on the lawn
Saw a prisoner take a pistol
And say, “Join me in song, join me in song”

Saw a car crash in the country
Where the prayers run like weeds along the road
I saw strangers stealing kisses
Giving only their clothes, only their clothes

Saw a white dog chase its tail
And a pair of hearts carved into a stone
I saw kindness and an angel
Crying, “Take me back home, take me back home”

Saw a highway, saw an ocean
I saw widows in the temple to the Lord
Naked dancers in the city
How they spoke for us all, spoke for us all

Saw loaded linen tables
And a motherless colt, then it was gone
I saw hungry brothers waiting
With a radio on, radio on

I was walking far from home
Where the names were not burned along the wall
Saw a wet road form a circle
And it came like a call, came like a call, from the Lord




April 2nd, 2012

It has been a while since I heard this song, maybe before you even left. I liked it back then, but I must say it means a lot more to me now. Thank you for posting this. Half way around the world and you still have an impact on my life.


April 7th, 2012

I love that I will think of you guys everytime I hear this song now. I always do my best thinking and reflecting while walking so this song makes all kinds of sense and meaning for me. And to be on the sappy side I am so glad that we have had the oppertunity to walk side by side in our life journies. Have a blessed easter, Love, Peace, and Hugs from the midwest.

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