A long way home

A long way home,

to the place I’ve always known

where the merchants in the market

are shouting to passerby.

 

A long way home,

to the house I’ve always known

where the pie in the oven

bakes to a delicious crust.

 

A long way home,

to the land I’ve always known

where the cows and their calf

roam the great grassy lands.

 

A long way home,

to the place I’ve always known

where the skies in the night

show the twinklin’ stars.

 

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