Home

There is a home up on a hill.

I close my eyes and I’m there still.

Roof needs mending. The fence can wait.

So warm and cozy, my resting place.

“Home Sweet Home” it says on the gate.

Home, Home, Home, Home.

Home, Home Home.

. . . . . . . . . . .

It’s not the house itself alone

It takes a heart to make a home.

More and   more I wish that I was there,

To sit and relax in my favorite chair.

To hold your hand and love you, Dear.

Home, Home, Home, Home.

Home, Home Home.

. . . . . . . . . .

Tired and weary , in need of repair.

Deep in my soul is this permanent prayer:

Please, oh, please let me be there.

Home, Home, Home, Home.

Home, Home Home.

It’s been so long since I’ve been home

I wonder why I ever roam