Home Poem by Dmitri Romanovski

Home is where the heart is
home is my true place
Home is where the heart is
it'll never be erased

My home was once so sweet and pure
and now has gone astray
When that old man with all his cattle
destroyed and ate my hay

Home is where the heart is
home is my true place
Home is where the heart is
it'll never be erased

My home was once a place of joy
where all could find relief
and now it's just a place of tears
thanks to that old thief

Home is where the heart is
home is my true place
Home is where the heart is
it'll never be erased

When once i had a string of pearls
to hang about my throat
now all i have is wisps of gray
curling tendrils of smoke

Home is where the heart is
home is my true place
Home is where the heart is
it'll never be erased

that old man, he did me wrong
when he took all my hay
all i had was a pair of tongs
to remedy the decay

Home is where the heart is
home is my true place
Home is where the heart is
it'll never be erased

but now i'm standing strong, i am
he'll never get me down
when i tell everybody this:
he's the mayor of our town!

Home is where the heart is
home is my true place
Home is where the heart is
it'll never be erased