Verse 1

At the county hall, the kettle cooled

A map lay open by the door

Your mother pinned the school-day picture

Beside the names we’re looking for

We walked the creek past Miller’s orchard

Called where the old footbridge gives way

Each porch light kept a little promise

Each neighbor joined us on the way

Chorus

We’ll keep your names beside us

On every road we take

Through fields and lanes, through morning rain

Till every search is made

If you can hear us, hold on

There are hands that won’t let go

We’ll keep the door wide open

And keep calling you back home