Home – Cliff Richard (from “Wonderful Life” soundtrack)
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Home, when all of the world goes wrong it’s Home, the pull on your heart is strong For home, you know that’s where you belong It’s h o m e, anywhere that you may be
Home will be calling you Telling you you’re overdue Where old friends say “how do you do” You’re doing fine But somewhere along the line You feel the sun might used to shine More brightly in your home town
So you grab up that battered case And go, a smile on your weary face You know that there is no better place Than h o m e, home
Home, is the dance hall on a Saturday night Home, where everybody starts out being polite Home, until the mugs and the rockers had a fight H o m e, that is where we wanna be
There eating fish and chips Out of the racing tips They gave us in last night’s news Pass the salt!
When we would run around In the London Underground Hold tight, mind the door squeeze
There’s nothing quite the same as London Town Especially when the rain is pouring down Wear something warm Besides the rain can’t drown H o m e, home
Home will be calling you Telling you you’re overdue Where old friends say “how do you do” You’re doing fine But somewhere along the line You feel the sun might used to shine More brightly in your home town
So you grab up that battered case And go, a smile on your weary face
Talking of home, yeah It may be a palace or run down shack Anywhere from Helsinki to Hackensack As long as friends are waiting for you to come back
It’s just like the man said in the poem 2 3 4, h o m e, Home So you keep Lisbon H o m e, home No Paris is bonne Keep Copenhagen H o m e, home We’ll say it again H o m e, home I don’t mean New York H o m e, home It’s too far to walk H o m e, home