Home Is Where The Flowers Bloom

Home is where the flowers bloom

and children love to play,

And mother's whispered lullaby

Is heard at end of day.

Home is where the Bible's read

and children learn to pray

Before they hurry off to school

and put their toys away.

Home is where you live a dream

that others make come true

Because they love you as you are

and want the best for you.

Home is where the years fly by

on wings of solid gold.

And memories are precious gems

To treasure when we're old.

Home is where the flowers bloom

although we are apart,

And we can smell the roses

forever in our heart.

Clay Harrison

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