I love the trees, I love the breeze, it makes me cry I love the blue and I love you, oh me oh my Now I am home, no more to roam, I'll heave a sigh Within these walls I rise and fall through night and day It's warm and cold and young and old and flesh and clay Now I am home, no more to roam, and here I'll stay I love the floors, I love the doors, they make me cry I love the chairs, I have no cares, oh me oh my Now I am home, no more to roam, I'll do or die I am alone, I have not grown, hello goodbye