[Intro] Driving 12-string acoustic guitar. Hammond organ swells beneath a slow, reflective groove. Blues lead guitar answers with slow, sustained bends full of warmth rather than sorrow. [Verse 1] Morning gathered through the branches Golden light across the stones There she stood beside the old grave Like she'd never once been gone Black thorns woven through her dark hair Silver laughter, soft and low Just the way I'd first remembered In that garden long ago [Pre-Chorus] She smiled gently as she saw me Like she'd known this day would come [Chorus] Morning comes at last Nothing left to fear Every road that brought you here Was always leading here Morning comes at last Lay your burden down Sometimes home's the place you left... Sometimes home is found [Verse 2] I said, "Tell me who I used to be. Tell me why I lost my way." She looked out beyond the hillside Watching night give in to day "You were carrying too much anger. It became the only sound. When your body came to rest here... Your restless soul kept walking on." "The farther that you wandered... The less your heart could hold. Memory faded into silence... One forgotten year at a time." [Instrumental] Extended instrumental. Hammond organ and blues lead guitar trade slow, expressive melodies. The performance feels spacious, gentle, and deeply emotional, gradually resolving the tension carried throughout the album. [Bridge] I asked, "Who kept calling for me? Every mile... every dream?" She smiled... "The raven searched a hundred years. He never stopped believing." "He found you where your memories ended. He walked beside you every day. Some souls simply lose their way... Some only need someone to stay." I whispered, "Who are you?" She took my hand... "I've always been the one waiting." [Final Chorus] Morning comes at last Hear the church bells ring Every sorrow that you carried Doesn't follow everything Morning comes at last The long road has an end No one walks forever... Not alone, my friend [Outro] She turned toward the morning light Black rose petals touched the ground For the first time in a hundred years The silence felt like peace She smiled... "Every road leads somewhere." I took her hand. Together... We finally went home.
