Split Enz - Home Sweet Home Lyrics
Willows weep, the pillows they do sleepHome sweet home, to each his ownI always sayHe's a man of few wordsA bundle of nerves, wait and seeAnd while his mind works best in darknessComing up from behindThe frightened keep on runningWhile he just hangs aroundHome sweet homeTo each his own I always sayMartin tries to use his eyes in every wayHelp ease the situationHe's happy with what he's gotThe kid with his candy, finger painting and blocksIn pitch black he's taking actionWhat is the cause?Then came the applause It was a cold and windy afternoon and through the tumbling clouds you could see the moon, all the mums and dads had come to see the things their kiddies had done; and out jumped Martin dressed to his tens in the Campbells tartan.All eyes watched him, skipping and dancing, everyone laughed but Martin was deaf and couldn't hear a thing, he just kept dancing the highland fling.Now he's proud of his effortsThat young lad MartinFrom the local kindergartenHome sweet home to each his ownI always sayMartin tries to use his eyes in every wayHome sweet home to each his ownI always sayHome home on the range...
