A travelling man has many homes
A silent lake where he spent the night
A mountain top who\'s snow never melts
The embrace of his life\'s love
Places, people he meets on his way
All carry small bits and pieces
Of his heart
Of his home
All of them call out
\"Come back home, whenever you want\"
\"We\'ll be right here\"
Leaving him longing back
All of them are home, if not equally so
And each one brings sadness and loss
When the travelling man leaves
Another home behind
But he leaves just the same
As the travelling man does
As there are still so many homes
To see, to build, to leave
A hidden church in the mountain side
A hustling and bustling market place
A cabin in the woods
A river running its course
And yet he still dreams of the homes left behind
The sound of seagulls on the breeze
The smell of salt and brine
The mountain tops and forests vast
And he knows he will go back
For all the homes he hold so dear
Are still where he left them
With open doors and a fiery hearth
And the travelling man will stay for a while
And recount his stories
Share them with family and friends
And his beloved
He misses them dearly
And wish they could see
All the wonderful homes he makes
Out in the vast world
Sometimes, all a travelling man can do
Is keep his homes in his heart
And to make sure to always return
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