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 peolple 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.