Home & Dry

Oh to be home and dry I haven’t been home for the longest
time, I don’t know if I’ll live or die, I wish that I was home.
Home fire awaiting true,
the only one I ever knew,
is the one I have with you, wish that I was home.
Where the fire burns to light the way where I live to
fight another day, where I belong and my true love stays,
I must be going home.
Far from the madding crowd the laughter and the music
loud, I fly upon a silver cloud I must be going home.
Where the fire burns to light the way where I live to
fight another day, where I belong and my true love stays,
I must be going home.