Going Home
Moving down along the way, going home
Passing houses and streets where I roamed
Here was the Clover shop, there were
Molly Gwinn’s, Saxon Parole, Hound and Hare
And so many more of spots I used to know
Gone to dust a rather long time ago
There’s no home without you, darling love
But I’m talking to your photograph
Over the hills of green, far away
I keep moving along day by day
The illusion I’m through sets me free
If I’m real or not makes no diff for me
Home is where my heart is and vice versa
Any order of words brings the mercy.
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