In the evening, I stoke a fire Lit to keep me safe, lit to keep me safe Here in my place, the thought of a border Fortifies some faith, reassures a strength Here, there lies a fence that I have built of stone Though it is strong the wind still sings through the holes In the morning, I run out to grasp at Every golden ray, every golden ray My frame alone, can't contain the splendor My lining must be braced, another vessel made God, God made this child, out of songs and bone Though I am strong the pain still leaks through the holes These walls, incomplete and tender, braided from my core Keep out that which is heartless and seek to hold what's pure Oh this is, oh this is, oh this is the new homeplace Oh this is, oh this is, oh this is the new homeplace