Is it the sky today The way that the wind's pushing the clouds? Or is it the late-day sun Stretching the shadows over the ground That brings on these memories Of people and places I've never seen And voices so strange and so sweet Asking me softly Where is my home? What makes this person me? Is it the little town where I was born? Or maybe it's history, the faces of family I've never known Somewhere across the sea Where my great-grandmother left long ago Under a cold, crying moon Looking for something Where is my home, home, home? Where is my home? Where is my home, home, home? Where is my home? Where is my home? The walls of a city Painted with promises And words so unkind Where is my home? The trees of a country Where autumn came suddenly That I'll never find... And then there's your face, my dear, And I know I'll never be walking alone The love in your eyes makes it clear Telling me softly This is my home. This is my home. This is my home, home, home This is my home.
Is it the sky today The way that the wind's pushing the clouds? Or is it the late-day sun Stretching the shadows over the ground That brings on these memories Of people and places I've never seen And voices so strange and so sweet Asking me softly Where is my home? What makes this person me? Is it the little town where I was born? Or maybe it's history, the faces of family I've never known Somewhere across the sea Where my great-grandmother left long ago Under a cold, crying moon Looking for something Where is my home, home, home? Where is my home? Where is my home, home, home? Where is my home? Where is my home? The walls of a city Painted with promises And words so unkind Where is my home? The trees of a country Where autumn came suddenly That I'll never find... And then there's your face, my dear, And I know I'll never be walking alone The love in your eyes makes it clear Telling me softly This is my home. This is my home. This is my home, home, home This is my home.