Home Cliff Richard (Ft. A.B.S. Orchestra)

Home, when all of the world goes wrong it's
Home, the pull on your heart is strong
For home, you know that's where you belong
It's H O M E, anywhere that you may be

Home will be calling you
Telling you you're overdue
Where old friends say "how do you do"
You're doing fine!
But somewhere along the line
You feel the sunlight used to shine
More brightly in your home town

So you grab up that battered case
And go, a smile on your weary face
You know that there is no better place
Than H O M E, home

Home, is the dance hall on a Saturday night
Home, where everybody starts out being polite
Home, until the mods and rockers had a fight
H O M E, that is where we wanna be

There eating fish and chips
Out of the racing tips
They gave us in last night's news
Oi pass the salt!