Home At Last کے بول

Who is there at the end of lonesome roads? All of us hope there’s a home A place to rest where wounds get dressed, the table’s full The sound of laughter in the halls Light the fire, gather ‘round Join together, sing it loud Raise the glass and joyful be Home at last, one family We’re all orphans looking for an open door Hard times come no more Come on up to the house of the lord Father adopts us all