The sprinkling of light through the trees The dusting of pine needles around the gutters A dash of cobwebbing above each door And a pinch of damp in the linen Kept in the bottom drawer The taste of music in the hallway The scent of quiet in the air In the furniture, in every book in the house is very bones But home, home is you Constant comfort, it's more than flesh and blood it's family Between the lines on the measuring wall You've seen the stakes forge my identity What we make isn't it easy to see But when I've been away I know returning has a recipe And it's a sprinkling of light through the trees A dusting of pine needles around the doors too But home, oh home Home, home is you