Verse 1

You fold the map beside the flame

And trace a road no ink can tame

I take your hand; the pass lies steep

The dawn is ours to climb and keep

Pre-Chorus

If every mile asks what we are

I'll answer with your name

Chorus

Where the far horizons open wide

I'll cross the wild with you beside me

Through the storm, through the turning tide

Your heart is the home I carry

When the last ridge meets the sky

And all our brave roads disappear

I'll still be reaching for your hand

I'll still be glad you brought me here