Follow

I know that I'll hear the call anytime On a night when the moon is low on the pines I pray your troubled mind remembers When it's coming to an end At least the rain won't come again Still as I ride along through the night You're holding on as the ones you know are standing by But if your troubled mind remembers When it's coming to an end It's like you're running home again And I'll follow you And I'll follow you And I'll follow you And I'll follow you And I'll follow you I'll follow you And I'll follow you I'll follow you And I'll follow you And I'll follow you I'll follow you And I'll follow you