2nd song in Fort Vine's "A SONG A DAY IN THE MONTH OF MAY" series.
lyrics
Purple lilacs, waiting for me. Yellow bees on velvet violet leaves.
Soft slow steps deep in the forest. Through the trees, I touch the passing leaves.
Home. I miss my home. It's a place that I know and love, I always will.
Yeah yeah yeah
When we were kids, you told us, "Home is where the heart is."
And I need to know when will I go home?
Sentimental candor has got a man like me.
I am here but I am there in my mind (in my mind).
We judge all our happiness by the levels there before.
It may be good to see things as they are (as they are).
I wouldn't be the first caught looking through a tinted glass.
Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no.
Warn down staircase from your footsteps
Lived-in rooms where I protected you.
Woods where you roamed endlessly.
All my trees could tell your stories.
Home. I miss my home. It's a place that I know and love. I always will.
Yeah yeah yeah
When were were kids you told us, "Home is where the heart is."
And I need to know, when will I go home?
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