Much before the clouds rumbleAnd travel inward from the seaMy heart begins a restless grumbleMy thirsty soul prepares to fleeHome is where the heart is Mine dwells here and that’s for sure.When the city smoke begins to chokeThe homestead casts its magical lureI know I’m home when I can drawWater and wishes from the wellI [...]
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