WAITING FOR MY LIFE

At last I've reached the delta, been travelling so far
The labyrinth invites a choice of many avenues
I wander through this complex though I be rich or poor
And I'm waiting for your footfall at my door

Waiting, yes I'm waiting for the sun to rise
Waiting for my hopes and fears to focus into size
And though the way be light or dark with toil and daily strife
I'm waiting, waiting for my life

In the mode of Wenceslas' page I'll follow my heart
Though faith, it be removed to dumb acceptance
And the voice of the critical appear saying 'Lord, Lord what's it all for?'
I'm waiting for your footfall at my door

Waiting, yes I'm waiting...

With every step it comes so clear I know less than I knew
And yet the love that I first met still draws me on
Faith and sight they would grow dim though love grows more and more
As I'm waiting for your footfall at my door

Waiting, yes I'm waiting...