Home is something that you carry in your head it lives within the heart forever and so I know, no matter where I go in life I’m always going home.
The chimney smoke, that spirals in the air the smell of life when someone’s waiting there I carry ‘home’ with me everywhere and I’m forever heading homeward.
Memories fall like pages from a book they cloud my eyes everywhere I look as long as life is mine for me to own I’m always going home.
Home is something that you carry in your head it lives within the heart forever and so I know, no matter where I go in life I’m always going home.
Believe in life, believe in life and home believe in love, believe in the unknown and I believe, no matter where I go that I am always heading homeward.
The summer winds, the winter’s bitter cold the autumn chill, when there’s no one to hold can make a man feel lonely and alone and so I’m going home.
Home is something that you carry in your head it lives within the heart forever and so I know, no matter where I go in life I’m always going home.
And so I know, no matter where I go I’m always going home.