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There's no place like home, no ground as fair,
No roots as deep as they are right there;
No pride as strong, no love as true,
No place like home when the journey is through.
At the end of the day, when my mind's at rest,
My heart lists eastward from the west;
And I close my eyes till my soul sets sail,
To the maritime home I love so well.
There's no place like home, no ground as fair,
No roots as deep as they are right there;
No pride as strong, no love as true,
No place like home when the journey is through.
When I step inside, I ascend the years,
In the photo gallery on the stairs;
And I'm five, and I'm ten, and I'm young once again,
With my dreams refreshed, ready to begin.
There's no place like home, no ground as fair,
No roots as deep as they are right there;
No pride as strong, no love as true,
No place like home when the journey is through.
Now, wherever I go through the sands of time,
My heart and soul will turn in kind;
Like a compass pulled or a moon-drawn tide,
To my home at last by the oceanside.
There's no place like home, no ground as fair,
No roots as deep as they are right there;
No pride as strong, no love as true,
No place like home when the journey is through.
And the gulls cry, "Come back home to me!"
And the waves whisper, "When will you return?"
And the foghorn mournfully moans, "Come home!"
Perhaps, now, I have finally learned....
There's no place like home, no ground as fair,
No roots as deep as they are right there;
No pride as strong, no love as true,
No place like home when the journey is through.
