My Home — текст песни (Rockapella)

Is it the sky today,
The way the wind`s pushing the clouds,
Or is it the late day sun,
Pushing the shadows over the ground,
That brings on these memories
Of people and places that I`ve never seen,
And voices so strange and so sweet,
Asking me softly...
Where is my home?
What makes this person me?
Is it the little town where I was born?
Or maybe it`s history,
The faces of family I`ve never known.
Somewhere across the sea
Where my great-grandmother left long ago,
Under a cold crying moon,
Looking for something...
Where is my home?
Where is my home,
The walls of a city,
Painted with promises and words so unkind?
Where is my home,
The trees of a country,
Where autumn came suddenly,
That I`ll never find...
But then there`s your face, dear,
And I know I`ll never be walking alone.
The love in your eyes makes it clear,
Telling me softly...
This is my home.