Home is Here
By Jan Harmon 
words and music © 1969
	Home is here love - - home is here. 
	Here where you rest -
	here on my breast.
	
	Still your fear love - - home is here. 
	Room of my arms -
	shelter from harm.
	
	Wooden walls - - welded with finest care - 
	crumble in time and fall -
	leaving you bare.
	
	But my heart - - fashioned of beating loam - 
	even when we must part -
	offers you home.
	
	Home is here love - - home is here. 
	Whither you roam -
	you will be home.