Home - Cliff Richard

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 sun might 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 mugs and the 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

Pass the salt!

When we would run around

In the London Underground

Hold tight, mind the door squeeze

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 sun might 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 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

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