Home (For a Homesick Friend)

Where the leaves are bent with fat drops of rain,
Where speckled butterflies kiss the air,
Where the clouds and mist dance atop the trees...
- My heart is there...

Where the turquoise pond is with lilies filled,
Where the river cuts out grassy stairs,
Where the auburn hay cradles the milking calf,
- My heart is there...

The old dog bounds across the hills,
And a parrot's call shrills right through the air,
The cottage smoke, and mother's smile...
- My heart is there...

The emerald green of velvet grass,
The old arms labouring through the day,
The coffee steaming - dark as night...
- My heart is there...

The old worn tree where squirrels rest,
The yesterdays of childhood play,
The tire swing that now lays still...
- My heart is there...

Where the careworn smiles welcome me back home,
Where the eaves hang ripe with blossoms rare,
Where the rooster's crow breaks the noiseless dawn,
- My heart is there...

I walk through days, and labour much,
And take of all the world that's fair,
But when I think of home I know...My heart is there...