Home Is Where the Heart Is
On our corner, there’s this nice man
His name is Mark, he’s always smiling
He’s got this mom who comes on Wednesdays
In the evening with soup so steaming
He shares his house with his friend Martin
They’re not brothers, they’re not cousins
My little girl wonders all about these men
I take hold of her hand, I begin
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Home is where the heart is
No matter how the heart lives
Inside your heart where love is
That’s where you’ve got to make yourself
At home
Through the yard live Deb and Tricia
With their drills and ladders and their room addition
My kid yells over are you having a baby
They wink and smile and say, someday maybe
Through their doors go kids and mommies
Funny how you don’t see the daddies go in
My little girl wonders ‘bout the house with no men
I take hold of her hand, I begin
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‘Round the corner, here comes Martin
He’s alone now, he tries smiling
He roams around his well stocked kitchen
He knows that fate will soon be coming
My little girl wonders where will he live
I take hold of her hand and I begin
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Martin sits and waits with his window open
His house is empty his heart is broken
We bring him toys and water colors
He loves to hear my little baby’s stories
She’s the gift I share, she’s his companion
She’s the string on the kite
She guides him up into the wind – up into the wind
My little girl wonders who will care for him
We take hold of his hand, we begin, let’s begin now
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©1990 Sally Fingerett, Green Fingers Music, BMI