If I journey o'er lands and seas
The place that I wish to be is this;
What season matters when I'm there,
Where I am assuaged of my fear?
It rains, it shines or 'tis cold as ice
My family are there, 'tis warm and nice;
Its sky and stars are my rest
Who leaves home, give him my best.
Take me home, and by the hand
I feel her warmth as soon we land;
If 'tis in comfort I'm far away
With her, is where my heart, doth stay.
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