Looking out at my window pane
Tears lingering with the rain
I'm so lonesome, I could cry
Just like old Hank
Staring down on the city street
Feeling empty and incomplete
There's a place I need to be
To feel my day
A place I can go
Where I can be free
Where I can be happy and
Just be me
Home, where the long wind's blowing
And the river's is flowing
Run along, like a lazy bum in
The midnight summer night
Run along, fishing with a friend
And a fishing hope
Rocking, lay down my heavy load
Know that I am always welcomed home
I left home, I was 17
I had a lot of ambitious dreams
Seen a lot of those dreams come true
I had good luck
I ain't complaining, that's for sure
I got a lot to be thankful of
One of those things is a magic door
That opens up
Back to the time when I was a kid
With the sounds of a cricket and it's called home
On the front porch singing and furn pots hanging
Home, with the church bells ringing and voices singing
Old songs that's in my mind like a stitch in time
Where the tea is sweet and the love complete
I wanna go home
I often think about where I have been,
Where I'm going and lots about when I think about home
Where the soul find confort and the heart find pleasure
Home where the depths of love it's hard to measure it's home
I hear you calling
I hear you calling
I'll never been lost as long as I know
Here's a place like that Where I can go,
Where I can restore my weary soul on the mountain slope of the south blue smoke of home
Home sweet home
Home back to the hills of the wipper wills
Home with the fire flies blinking and the night stars twinkling
Home hone suckle wine and muskey fine wine at home
With family and friend and joy that never end
Home there's no place like it, no place like it, home
Writer(s): Michael Kent Wells
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