Home to me Songtext
von Cormac Neeson

The Taste of the fog rolling over the mountain
The sweet morning whisper of a September breeze
The sound of the ocean as it kisses the shoreline
Baby you′re home to me

The moment the soil feels the rain on its shoulders
The changing of colours that usher in spring
The crisp morning dew that meets me at sunrise
Baby you're home to me

Home to me
You′re home to me


The mystical silence of a forest at midnight
The spot on the hillside
Where lovers can dream
The church in the valley where lost souls are welcome
Baby you're home to me

Home to me
You're home to me

The coming together of saints and of sinners
The noble pursuit of one common dream
The pub where we raise up our glasses to freedom
Baby you′re home to me

Home to me
You′re home to me
Home to me
You're home to me


The taste of the fog rolling over the mountain
The sweet morning whisper of a September breeze
The sound of the ocean as it kisses the shoreline
Baby you′re home to me
Baby you're home to me