Out in San Juan Capistrano
The swallows find their mission home.
From Argentina’s shores they travel
To a chapel made of stone.

Safe within their sanctuary,
Nestled deep within its walls,
Free of all the weight they carry
Answering their sacred call.

Like the swallows you have burdens,
Your weary wings can find no rest.
There’s a place to lay your worries
Until your mortal journey ends.

And I will be your Capistrano
I will be your mission home.
Wherever two or more are gathered
There is a chapel made of stone.

And when it’s time your path to follow
When you hear my sacred call
May your winged flight be hallowed
By your time within these walls.

When your way is hard to hold to,
When you’re feeling all alone,
I am here to have and hold you,
Within this chapel made of stone.

Like the swallows you have burdens,
Your weary wings can find no rest.
There’s a place to lay your worries
Until your mortal journey ends.

And I will be your Capistrano
I will be your mission home.
Wherever two or more are gathered
I'll be your chapel made of stone.