Cliff Richard, A.B.S. Orchestra - Home lyrics
[Cliff Richard, A.B.S. Orchestra - Home lyrics]
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 sunlight 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 mods and 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
Oi pass the salt! When we would run around
In the London Underground
Hold tight, mind the doors please
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 sunlight 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 a 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
H O M E, home 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
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 sunlight 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 mods and 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
Oi pass the salt! When we would run around
In the London Underground
Hold tight, mind the doors please
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 sunlight 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 a 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
H O M E, home 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