There's an old tale of the farmer who goes out
To tend his flock in the middle of a wild and frightening snow
As to not get lost he ties a rope to
His home and out to the place his work asks him to go
And though the blizzard is strong
And though the night is long
He counts on his rope to guide him home
My love you are the rope that guides me home through the storm
And i know if i just hold on even when my sight is gone
You'll guide me home
And through our years of weathering storms
We'll have to make sure to tend to the frays
So when you find yourself in the middle of a wild and frightening snow
You'll grab the rope
My love I'll be the rope that guides you home through the storm
And you'll know just to hold on even when your sight is gone
I'll guide you home
And sure, the blizzard is strong
And sure the night is long
So count on our love to guide you home
