[D]Maps point to angels that'll [G]lead the way back [D]home [D]Yellow colored flowers that you[A] picked out on your [Bm]own [D]These trees may line the hills 'til it[G] gets too high to [D]breathe [D]Sailboats sail the ocean [A]'til they get where they should be Oh, lead [G]me home [D]To the [A]place where I [D]belong [G]Let the sun rise in...