Ive got a good house, built on solid ground.
It stays warm in the winter and the walls are sound.
But it doesnt matter how well its made,
Its still just lumber, just gla**, and just paint.
No, my work and money cant make this house a home,
I dont get much comfort from the mortar or stone.
But, Ive got a beautiful home with blonde hair and blue eyes,
She shelters my mind from the storms of life.
With no sum of money could my home you buy,
Baby, Im comin home to you.
Ive been a carpenter, I know the trade.
It didnt come easy, no I learned the hard way.
But Ive come to know that were here to stay,
Nothing so strong could ever giveway.
Oh, Ive got a beautiful home with blonde hair and blue eyes,
She shelters my mind from the storms of life.
With no sum of money could my home you buy,
Baby, Im comin home to you.
Well home aint a bed and its not a front door,
Its not a nice rug on my living room floor.
And its not the closet where my clothes hang,
And its not the roof that keeps me out of the rain.
No, homes where I go to know everythings alright,
When Im home Im at peace in the toughest of times.
And even in the dark with my home Im in the light,
And my home keeps me warm on the coldest of nights.
Oh, Ive got a beautiful home with blonde hair and blue eyes,
She shelters my mind from the storms of life.
With no sum of money could my home you buy,
Baby, Im comin home to you.
Well, only one thing I know could make this house a home,
Only one person could keep me from bein alone.
And shes got long blonde hair and big blue eyes,
She shelters my mind from the storms of life.
With no sum of money could my home you buy,
Baby, Im comin home to you.
Oh shes got long blonde hair and big blue eyes,
She shelters my mind from the storms of life.
With no sum of money could my home you buy,
Baby, Im comin home to you.
Oh, I'm comin' home to you,
comin' home...
Yea, I'm comin' home to you,
comin' home, comin' home...
Yea, I'm comin' home to you,
I'm comin' home baby...
The only home I know is with you.