| How can I tell you that I love you, I love you |
| But I can’t think of right words to say |
| I long to tell you that I’m always thinking of you |
| I’m always thinking of you, but my words |
| Just blow away, just blow away |
| It always ends up to one thing, honey |
| And I can’t think of right words to say |
| Wherever I am girl, I’m always walking with you |
| I’m always walking with you, but I look and you’re not there |
| Whoever I’m with, I’m always, always talking to you |
| I’m always talking to you, and I’m sad that |
| You can’t hear, sad that you can’t hear |
| It always ends up to one thing, honey, |
| When I look and you’re not there |
| I need to know you, need to feel my arms around you |
| Feel my arms around you, like a sea around a shore |
| And -- each night and day I pray, in hope |
| That I might find you, in hope that I might |
| Find you, because heart’s can do no more |
| It always ends up to one thing honey, still I kneel upon the floor |
| How can I tell you that I love you, I love you |
| But I can’t think of right words to say |
| I long to tell you that I’m always thinking of you |
| I’m always thinking of you… |
| It always ends up to one thing honey |
| And I can’t think of right words to say |
| Home on a kite we fly, |
| Home on a breeze we blow |
| Eyeing the folks below and |
| Watching everybody run, |
| Each one heading for a different place |
| Watching everybody hide, |
| Each behind a different face |
| Home where the days are long |
| Back where the people are free, |
| Home where all sides agree and, |
| Everybody has a friend, oh And no one ever has to grab |
| Everybody shares the love, |
| Giving everything they have. |
| Forever forever your lamp will burn |
| Forever home forever would that you’d learn |
| That you came with nothing |
| So with nothing you’ll return |
| Home |
| You know you’re not alone |
| It’s only 'cause you’re not a home |
| That you feel so out of place. |
| Forever forever your lamp will burn |
| Forever home forever would that you’d learn |
| That you came with nothing |
| So with nothing you’ll return |
| Home where all the mums can sing, |
| Back where the children don’t cry, |
| Home where you never ask why and |
| Everybody has enough, and y’don’t have to put on clothes |
| Nobody has to hide 'case everyone already knows. |