You're My Home sing and play along

When you look into my eyes and you see the crazy gypsy in my soul

it always comes as a surprise when I feel my withered roots begin to grow.

Well, I never had a place that I could call my very own,

but that's all right, my love,

'cause you're my home.

When you touch my weary head and you tell me ev'rything will be alright.

You say, "Use my body for your bed,

and my love will keep you warm throughout the night."

Well, I'll never be a stranger and I'll never be alone.

Wherever we're together, that's my home.

Home can be the Pennsylvania Turnpike.

Indiana's early morning dew.

High up in the hills of California.

Home is just another word for you.

Well, I never had a place that I could call my very own,

but that's all right, my love,

'cause you're my home.

If I travel all my life and I never get to stop and settle down,

'long as I have you by my side and there's a roof above and good walls all around,

you're my castle, you're my cabin and my instant pleasure dome.

I need you in my house 'cause you're my home.

You're my home.