| You Call This Your Home |
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| His home lay where he could not see |
| Overtaken by the darkness of fancies |
| He called himself a traveller benighted |
| Who clung on until there flowed a tide with a strong embrace |
| You call this your home |
| He travelled far and light |
| Except a sorrow that etched away a heart |
| And left its mark for all to see |
| Who dared look back at him, now down on his knees |
| There lies the way |
| We’ll taste the cold spray |
| You call this your home |
| You call this your home |
| You call this your home? |
