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Home sings me of sweet things; my life there has its own wings

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Home sings me of sweet things
My life there has it’s own wings
To fly over the mountains
Though I’m standing still

“Home”

Traveling at night, the headlights were bright
And we’d been up many an hour
And all through my brain
Came the refrain
Of home and it’s warming fire

[Chorus:]
And Home
Sings me of sweet things
My life there has it’s own wings
To fly over the mountains
Though I’m standing still

The people I’ve seen
They come in between
The cities of tiring life
The trains come and go,
But inside you know
The struggle will soon be a fight

[Chorus]

Traveling at night,
The headlights were bright.
But soon the sun came through the trees
Around the next bend
The flowers will send
The sweet scene of home in the breeze

[Chorus]

2 thoughts on “Home sings me of sweet things; my life there has its own wings”

  1. louiseyvette says:

    Even if Our Lady doesn’t put everything to rights soon, as I think she will, I’m sure you’ll get back to Norcia. Prayers, anyway.

  2. Linda says:

    https://youtu.be/Y-Y9eQAFYdg

    You’ll go home.

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