I
Home is where the heart is my heart’s on home
tho I’ve never really had one to call my own.
But I’ve been given a key by the carpenter of Galilee
with interest paid the title’s made to me.
II
Everybody dreams of going home it seems
and lately I am no exception to the rule.
Oh but home is so much more than windows, walls, and doors
it’s a warm embrace and smiling faces waiting you.
Chorus
Home where there is no night.
Home where the sun is the light.
The place I’ve been dreaming of so long.
Loved ones stand to welcome me
but his sweet face will be the first I’ll see.
When my journey’s over I am going home.