Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Home, artist - Dolly Parton. Album song Blue Smoke, in the genre КантриDate of issue: 12.05.2014
Record label: Dolly, Sony
Song language: English
Home |
| Lookin' outta my windowpane |
| Tears minglin' with the rain |
| I’m so lonesome I could cry, just like old Hank |
| Starin' down on the city street |
| Feelin' empty and incomplete |
| There’s a place I need to be to fill my tank |
| A place I can go where I can be free |
| Where I can be happy and I just be me |
| Home, where the warm wind’s blowin' |
| And the river’s flowin' along |
| Like a lazy bum in the midday sun |
| And I’ve gone fishin' with my pole at the fishin' hole |
| Where I can lay down my heavy load |
| And know that I am always welcome |
| Home |
| I left home, I was 17 |
| I had a lot of ambitious dreams |
| Seen a lot of those dreams come true |
| I’ve had good luck |
| I ain’t complaining that’s for sure |
| I got a lot to be thankful for |
| One of those things is a magic door that opens up |
| Back to the time when I was a kid |
| To the sound of the crickets and the katydids |
| It’s called |
| Home |
| On the front porch swingin' and fern pots hangin' |
| Home |
| With the church bells ringin' and voices singin' |
| Those old songs that mend my mind like a stitch in time |
| Where the tea is sweet and the love complete |
| Oh me, I wanna go |
| Home |
| I often think about where I have been |
| Where I am goin' and that’s about when I think about |
| Home |
| Where the soul find comfort |
| And the heart find pleasure |
| Home |
| Where the depths of love is hard to measure it’s |
| Home |
| I hear you callin' |
| I hear you callin' |
| I’ll never be lost |
| As long as I know |
| There’s a place like that |
| Where I can go |
| Where I can restore my weary soul |
| On the mountain slopes in the soft blue smoke |
| Of home |
| Home sweet home |
| Home |
| Back to the hills with the whippoorwills |
| Of home |
| With the fireflies blinkin' |
| And the night stars winkin' |
| Home |
| Honeysuckle vine and muscadine wine |
| At home |
| Where the ginseng grows in the shady groves of |
| Home |
| With family and friends and joy that never ends |
| Home |
| There’s no place like it |
| No place like it |
| Home |