Home Is Where the Heart Is

Nestling in the pine trees in the mountains
Down along the road I love it still
There I know my dear old mother's waiting
Waiting and I know she always will

Home is where the heart is they tell me
Many, many try to travel that lonesome road
They'll never find a pal as true as mother
They'll never find a place as sweet as home

Now many years ago I left my old home
Started out out to ramble all around
If ever I return to where I came from
I'll build a little home and settle down