| On a sleepy endless ocean when the world lay in a dream
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| There was rhythm in the splash and roll, but not a voice to sing
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| So the moon shone on the breakers and the morning warmed the waves
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| Till a single cell did jump and hum for joy as though to say
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| This is my home, this is my only home
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| This is the only sacred ground that i have ever known
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| And should i stray in th dark night alone
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| Rock me goddess in the gentle arms of eden
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| Then the day shone bright and rounder til the one turned into two
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| And the two into ten thousand things, and old things into new
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| And on some virgin beach head one lonesome critter crawled
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| And he looked about and shouted out in his most astonished drawl
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| This is my home …
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| Then all the sky was buzzin and the ground was carpet green
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| And the wary children of the wood went dancin in between
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| And the people sang rejoicing when the field was glad with grain
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| This song of celebration from their cities on the plain
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| This is my home …
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| Now there’s smoke across the harbor, and there’s factories on the shore
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| And the world is ill with greed and will and enterprise of war
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| But i will lay my burden in the cradle of your grace
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| And the shining beaches of your love and the sea of your embrace
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| This is my home … |