My house my home;
Thou art given me a place to rest
my weary soul. Weary soul it is, for
I am in the land of my enemies; my
soul sobers and saddens but whenever
the thoughts of my house my
home comes to me I glare at the
glory of hope.
Hope it is for me; for my family
cheers my soul and it leaps up for
joy each time I remember my
house my home.
Friends! I call you now, come! And
lets reason together; Is a house really a home
when you feel lonely? Is a house really a
home when you can't find your
lost love?
Oh! There they come
again, the messengers of doom,
now no one to cheer my weary
soul; Is a house really a home
when cold comes and no one to
cuddle you? Is a house really a
home when you can't find the one
to bring smile on your face? Is a
house really a home when you are
lost and no one to put you
through? Is a house really a home
when no one utters, "papa"
"mama" ? Is a house
really a home when your loved
ones are gone?
Is a house really a home?