Home

I've got a good house, on solid ground. Warm in the winters, the walls are sound. It doesn't matter how well it's made,
 It's still just lumber, glass, and paint.
 I've got a beautiful home with blonde hair and blue eyes Shelters my mind from the storms of life
 No sum of money, could my home you buy
 I've been a carpenter, I know the trade Didn't come easy, I learned the hard way I've come to know, we're here to stay Nothing built so strong could ever give'way
 I've got a beautiful home with blonde hair and blue eyes Shelters my mind from the storms of life
 No sum of money, could my home you buy
 Home's not a bed, or a front door
 It's not the rug on a living room floor It's not the closet where clothes hang Or a roof that keeps out the rain
 I know a place where all is right,
 I find peace in the toughest times, Even in the dark, I feel the light
 I'm kept warm in the coldest nights.
 I've got a beautiful home with blonde hair and blue eyes Shelters my mind from the storms of life
 No sum of money, could my home you buy
 I've got a beautiful home with blonde hair and blue eyes Shelters my mind from the storms of life
 No sum of money, could my home you buy
 Baby...
 (I'm coming home to you)
 I'm coming home...
 (I'm coming home to you)
 To the only I know...
 (I'm coming home to you)
 I'm coming home to you babe... (I'm coming home to you)
 I'm coming back home.
 (I'm coming home to you)
 The only home I know's with you. (I'm coming home to you)