Woorden: Cat Stevens. Numbers. Home.

Home on a kite we fly, home on a breeze we blow
Eyeing the folks below and watching everybody run
Each one heading for a different place
Watching everybody hide, each behind a different face

Home where the days are long back where the people are free
Home where all sides agree and everybody has a friend, oh
And no one ever has to grab
Everybody shares the love giving everything they have

Forever forever your lamp will burn
Forever home forever would that you'd learn
That you came with nothing so with nothing you'll return

Home

You know you're not alone it's only 'cause you're not a home
That you feel so out of place

Forever forever your lamp will burn
Forever home forever would that you'd learn
That you came with nothing so with nothing you'll return

Home where all the mums can sing, back where the children don't cry
Home where you never ask why
Everybody has enough, and you don't have to put on clothes
Nobody has to hide 'cause everyone already knows