It breaks my heart to leave my home,
The longing is greater as time goes by,
The buzz of the city isn鈥檛 me,
The traffic is heavy and the air is thick.
I love the fields with the grass so green,
I love the air so clear and clean,
I love the rain falling heavy on my face,
The smells so familiar, I long to inhale.
I鈥檓 coming home, for to stay away,
I would fade into the city and become a stranger,
I鈥檓 coming home,
My home is my first love,
My one and only.
