A place to call home

A Place To Call Home

I wanted to write a song about a sense of belonging, but not just about our place of birth since many people through circumstances of work, relationships and even political regimes find themselves making a home for themselves elsewhere. Sometimes we all need to know that we are wanted and welcome. Some places seem better than others at making people feel at home, by embracing a stranger without suspicion.

All that remains, 
Are the shipyard gates, 
And skeletal cranes, 
Of a bygone age, 
And a long-gone industry. 
You cannot live on heritage alone, 
Sometimes you need a place to call home. 

On New Year's Eve, 
Ships' horns distant sound, 
Echo another time, 
Heralds a new dawn, 
Uncertain and unfamiliar. 
You cannot live on history alone, 
Sometimes you need a place to call home. 

Reinvention, 
Regeneration, 
With a garden party, 
Our cultural city, 
It lives to fight another day. 
You cannot live on optimism alone, 
Sometimes you need a place to call home. 

So in exile, 
Some forty-five miles, 
Just like a prodigal, 
I return occasionally, 
Feeling proud and respectfully, 
I cannot stay far away for too long, 
Sometimes you need a place to call home.

This is the second track of my album "Three waltzes". I really hope you like these songs, and that they find a place in your heart.

For streaming on Spotify:
https://open.spotify.com/album/28DqpGRLUjFtNPTaSs2rgr?si=jibhbjiNQfmoi0EU6IN7RQ

A place to call home

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