Now warming by the fire,
A cold rain drips from my gaberdine,
Left in the hallway to warm itself.
Mother brings tomato soup,
Steaming with love,
Filling a stomach, cold inside out.
This is home … indeed.
Now warming by the fire,
A cold rain drips from my gaberdine,
Left in the hallway to warm itself.
Mother brings tomato soup,
Steaming with love,
Filling a stomach, cold inside out.
This is home … indeed.