Home Is Where My Heart Is

I step down from the train so slowly
Stop - and take a look around me
At the new buildings that surround me
I've been away too long
It takes a while to get my bearings
The house is eastward down the highway
Hitch a truck that's going my way
I'm back where I belong

One more mile and I'll be there now
Down the lane and through the heather
There were times I thought I'd never
Return to see this land
There's the farm and there's the stables
There's a thousand special places
Forgotten names, familiar faces
Old friends who take my hand

I turn the corner, there before me
A stooping figure in the garden
I whisper " Hey, I beg your pardon.
Do you remember me?"
The frail old lady turns to face me
At first she shows no signs of knowing
Then all at once the tears are flowing
She cries " Son! can it be?"

Home again at last I've made it
Back to where the whole thing started
The world's a stage and I have played it
But home is where my heart is.