H O M E

HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS, MY HEART’S OWN HOME

THOUGH I NEVER REALLY HAD ONE  TO CALL MY OWN

I’VE BEEN GIVEN A KEY  BY THE CARPENTER OF GALILEE

WITH INTEREST PAID THE TITLE’S MADE  TO ME

REFF: (together).

HOME, WHERE THERE IS NO NIGHT

HOME, WHERE THE SON IS THE LIGHT

THE PLACE I’VE BEEN DREAMING OF SO LONG

LOVED ONES THERE TO WELCOME ME

BUT HIS SWEET FACE WILL BE THE FIRST I SEE.

WHEN MY JOURNEY’S OVER I AM GOING HOME.

EVERYBODY DREAMS  OF GOING HOME IT SEEMS

LATELY I AM NO EXCEPTION  TO THE RULE

BUT HOME IS SO MUCH MORE  THAN WINDOWS, WALLS AND DOORS.

IT’S A WARM EMBRACE  WHERE A SMILING FACES WATING YOU.

REFF: (together).

HOME, WHERE THERE IS NO NIGHT

HOME, WHERE THE SON IS THE LIGHT

THE PLACE I’VE BEEN DREAMING OF SO LONG

LOVED ONES THERE TO WELCOME ME

BUT HIS SWEET FACE WILL BE THE FIRST I SEE.

WHEN MY JOURNEY’S OVER  I AM GOING HOME.

ENDING:

HOME, WHERE THERE IS NO NIGHT

HOME, WHERE THE SON IS THE LIGHT

THE PLACE I’VE BEEN DREAMING OF SO LONG

LOVED ONES THERE TO WELCOME ME

BUT HIS SWEET FACE WILL BE THE FIRST I SEE.

WHEN MY JOURNEY’S OVER  I AM GOING HOME.

WHEN MY JOURNEY’S OVER I AM GOING HOME