How can I hope to make you understand

why I do what I do?


why I must travel to a distant land,

far from the home I love.

Once I was happily content to be

as I was where I was

close to the people who are close to me

here in the home I love.



who could see that a man would come

who would change the shape of my dreams?

Helpless now I stand with him

watching older dreams grow dim



Oh what a melancholy choice this is

wanting home, wanting him

closing my heart to every hope but his

leaving the home I love

There where my heart has settled long ago

I must go, I must go

who could imagine I'd be wandering so

far from the home I love

Yet there with my love I'm home.

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