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  1. Coming Home

From the recording Coming Home

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COMING HOME

The blanket of blue
Was dripping with red, green, and gold
These are the profits we see
From the treasure we sold

I’m coming home
Because I feel out of place
It’s been too long
Since I’ve seen your face

The garden of green
Was covered in a sea of white
And winter’s discontent kept us close
Though the long, dark night

I stare at the ocean
And feel the sand in my toes
These are the blessings we have
From the life we chose
I stare at the mountain
And watch myself slowly fade away
These are the profits we see
From the choices we’ve made

Copyright 2015 Jonathan William Tea (BMI)
for Tea House Productions, Ltd.

© 2022 Tea House Studios Ltd.

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