Home

Home is a land very far far a way.

Once upon a life time.

Home is existing

only in my dreams now.

I have left my home

and lost my way of going back.

Or could it be that the home has left me?

Home is a place where there were green and golden paddies.

The orange red sun rises at the horizon in the early morning fog.

A river that flows from north to south.

And a flock of white cranes that can fly so close by the roof.

Colorful kites roam and fight in a clear blue sky.

The evening breeze that carry the tide in the evenings.

The sound of the rain drops on the metal roof.

The fragrance of the jasmine in the early morning

and that of Saun-daw-kuu in the late night breeze.

The sound of the hollow log from a far;

The joy of carrying a rain drop on a Pain leaf;

The smell of a sticky rice and steamed beans at the dawn;

Romantic art of pressing the Kha-yay flowers in the journals;

Morning dews on the spider web.

Every sense is a dim memory in the far away land of memory.

A treasure that has lost over time.

A home that I used to know is not existing anymore.

It exists;

Only in my dreams.

When I can dream.

And yet, there are times

that I still want to be home,

The home that I used to know.

Listen here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5L6Ml0ZmYNs

Lyrics

I'll be Home for Christmas

I'm dreamin' tonight of a place I love

Even more then I usually do

And although I know it's a long road back

I promise you

I'll be home for Christmas

You can count on me

Please have snow and mistletoe

And presents under the tree

Christmas Eve will find me

Where the love light beams

I'll be home for Christmas

If only in my dreams

Christmas Eve will find me

Where the love light beams

I'll be home for Christmas

If only in my dreams

If only in my dreams

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