Home Sweet Home (P Judd, T Finn) 3:44 Lyrics

 Willows weep, the pillows they do sleep
 Home sweet home, to each his own
 I always say

 He's a man of few words
 A bundle of nerves, wait and see
 And while his mind works best in darkness
 Coming up from behind
 The frightened keep on running
 While he just hangs around

 Home sweet home
 To each his own I always say
 Martin tries to use his eyes in every way

 Help ease the situation
 He's happy with what he's got
 The kid with his candy, finger painting and blocks
 In pitch black he's taking action
 What is the cause?
 Then came the applause

 
  It was a cold and windy afternoon and through the tumbling clouds you
  could see the moon, all the mums and dads had come to see the things
  their kiddies had done; and out jumped Martin dressed to his tens in the
  Campbells tartan.  All eyes watched him, skipping and dancing, everyone
  laughed but Martin was deaf and couldn't hear a thing, he just kept
  dancing the highland fling.

 Now he's proud of his efforts
 That young lad Martin
 From the local kindergarten

 Home sweet home to each his own
 I always say
 Martin tries to use his eyes in every way
 Home sweet home to each his own
 I always say
 Home home on the range...