As the half light of the evening embers on the hill
The warmth of my home
The warmth of my home
And pictures and feelings
And sounds of the past
Too old to run, too young to die
Too sad to smile
Tears in your eyes
Nowhere to hide
But here alone
The warmth of my home
The warmth of my home
And pictures and feelings
And sounds of the past
Too old to run, too young to die
Too sad to smile
Tears in your eyes
Nowhere to hide
But here alone