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.