| The Lights of Home |
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| I always get a thrill |
| And I guess I always will |
| When my journey nears its end |
| And my destination is just around the bend |
| The lights of home look good to me |
| When I return from far across the sea |
| They glow so bright to guide me through the night |
| Back to the ones who care, waiting for me there |
| I’ve been around |
| But never found |
| In rainy London town |
| Or sunny Rome |
| A sight that’s greater than the lights of home |
