Home, Sweet Home

Home, sweet home, here I come

To the comfort of your hearty welcome,

As I feel the ground under my feet,

I am satisfied that this is my own retreat.

I love the way the rays of the Sun

Heat the path to make me run,

To the doorway and remove my keys

To open the way to love and peace.

I love the way the gentle breeze

Caresses my skin and softly tease

And style my hair into a windswept curl

And sweep my gown into a fashion furl.

Home sweet home, I have no grouse

As my kids are happy and so is my spouse.