Song #35: Home

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“Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration.” [Charles Dickens]

This weekend I had the pleasure of hosting four old friends - Laura, David, Kevin and Lydia - in my home. It was suggested that we write my 'love song' this week as a creative collective - with others  pitching in on the writing and recording of the track. I thought it was a great idea and enjoyed turning over the reigns to see what we may come up with as a group. The process was great fun and resulted in something that is quite different than anything I've done so far in One Love, One Year. Enjoy!

PLAY:

LYRICS:

Sat upon the window sill, waiting for the morning light

A dream fresh in my mind, waiting for a pretty sight

Still asleep in my bed, your cheeks flushed red

Your tiny hands held a teddy bear

And the sun peaks through the humid air

of a day just begun

I will rise and we will go... home

 

We travel light with heavy hearts

our hands swing swift and far apart

My suitcase is full of empty things

you cherish like our wedding rings

And the sun peaks through the humid air

of a day carrying on

I will rise and we will go... home