Home, sweet, home

Home, the word still makes me cry
When I read it in some book
Or hear it on a train
So many miles from home
Never broken always sweet
Whispered like somebody’s name
That I should know
Home, I’ve been away too long
To know where I come from
To draw a map and say there,
that’s where I come from
That’s where my friends still live
I miss them still it seems
An ache that never
Ceases to amaze me
Home, a ringing telephone
A voice that tells me, hey
You’ve been away too long
From home, that place where you came from
And where you still belong
Another Christmas missed
At home, a place we made our own
We built it stone by stone
Home, sweet, home