How can I hope to make you understand, why I do what I do?
Why I must travel to a distant land, far from the home I love.
Once I was happily content to be as I was where I was
Close to the people who are close to me here in the home I love.
Who could see that a man would come who would change the shape of my dreams?
Helpless now I stand with him watching older dreams grow dim
Oh what a melancholy choice this is wanting home, wanting him
Closing my heart to every hope but his leaving the home I love
There where my heart has settled long ago I must go, I must go
Who could imagine I’d be wandring so far from the home I love
Yet there with my love I’m home.
