“The Place I Call Home”

Everett Ruess

Everett Ruess disappeared in 1934 south of Escalante, Utah. He was only 20 years old. This song is written in first person, and is based on the letters he wrote home on his many trips to the northern California coast, the Sierra Nevada mountains and the Four Corners area. His journal and other personal items were never found. My research was largely based on “Everett Ruess: A Vagabond For Beauty,” by W. Rusho.

 

My voice rang out of the wilderness

And I told of a magnificent dream

From the wild coasts of northern California

‘Cross the mountains to deep desert ravines

I was a vagabond for beauty

From Tenaya to Canyon De Chelly

My words were honed on the sand and stone

In ’34 my last letter came

 

When I’ll see you again, you know that time is not nigh

I’ve not tired of the wilderness, these star-sprinkled skies

Can you blame me for staying where the wind sings my song?

Where I’m one with the land, and where land leads I roam

You’ll know that’s the place I call home

 

On a cold blue Sunday morning

Along Fifty Mile Mountain I rode

And as a hawk circled high in a four corner sky

The fresh memory of an angel arose

“My dear Everett won’t you stay with me

We could make Escalante our home”

And though tangled and torn

By her sweet skin warm

As the bells were still ringing I rode

 

I go out on the mesa as I’ve gone to the sea

And these infinite stars my blanket will be

In these spaces I hear your voice on the wind

As it rings down the valley it is you that I hold

You’re here in this place I call home

 

Now it’s late in November

And I hear the winter’s call

I go to my destiny

And the veil of mystery falls

 

I was a vagabond for beauty

From Tenaya to Canyon De Chelly

My words were honed on the sand and stone

In ’34 my last letter came

 

When I’ll see you again, you know that time is not nigh

I’ve not tired of the wilderness, these star-sprinkled skies

Can you blame me for staying where the wind sings my song?

Where I’m one with the land, and where land leads I roam

You’ll know that’s the place

Just remember this place

You’ll know that’s the place I call home

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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