It's a dirty old town, some people may say,
With the same old blue sky, on a bright summer's day.
Each street holds a memory, wherever we roam,
True to our roots, there's no place like home.
Home is where my heart is, no matter how far I stray,
Home is where my heart belongs, be it near or far away.
Wherever life is leading me, be it short or long,
I'll take the road that leads me back to my home where I belong.
Travelling along life's journey, to some far off distant land,
May God be my guiding light, and take hold of my hand.
Though I weep and long for home, through tears I clearly see,
Home is where my heart belongs, where I long to be. By I Hamer
Hough Fold Way
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