| Home is where the heart is, my heart’s own home
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| Though I never really had one to call my own
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| I’ve been given a key by the Carpenter of Galilee
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| With interest paid the title’s made to me
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| Home, where there is no night
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| Home, where the Son is the light
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| The place I’ve been dreaming of so long
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| Loved ones there to welcome me
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| But His sweet face will be the first I see
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| When my journey’s over I am going home
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| Everybody dreams of going home it seems
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| Lately I am no exception to the rule
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| But home is so much more than windows, walls and doors
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| It’s a warm embrace and smiling faces awaiting you
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| Home, where there is no night
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| Home, where the Son is the light
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| The place I’ve been dreaming of so long
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| Loved ones there to welcome me
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| But His sweet face will be the first I see
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| When my journey’s over I am going home
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| Home, where there is no night
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| Home, where the Son is the light
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| The place I’ve been dreaming of so long
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| Loved ones there to welcome me
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| But His sweet face will be the first I see
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| When my journey’s over I am going home
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| And when my journey’s over I am going home |