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• Artiste: Trisha Yearwood
• Titre: Home
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Traveling at night, the headlights were bright And we'd been up many an hour And all through my brain Came the refrain Of home and it's warming fire And home, sings me of sweet things My life there has its own wings To fly over the mountains Though I'm standing still The people I've seen They come in between The cities of tiring life And the trains come and go But inside you know The struggle will soon be a fight And home, sings me of sweet things My life there has its own wings To fly over the mountains Though I'm standing still Traveling at night The headlights were bright But soon the sun came through the trees Around the next bend The flowers will send The sweet scent of home in the breeze And home, sings me of sweet things My life there has its own wings To fly over the mountains Though I'm standing still