How can I hope to make you understand

Why I do what I do?

Why I must travel to a distant land,

Far from the home I love.



Once, I was happily content to be

As I was, where I was,

Close to the people who are close to me,

Here in the home I love.



Who could see that a man would come

Who would change the course of my dreams?

Helpless now, I stand with him,

Watching older dreams grow dim.



Oh, what a melancholy choice this is,

Wanting home, wanting him.

Closing my heart to every hope but his,

Leaving the home I love.



There, where my heart has settled long ago,

I must go. I must go.

Who could imagine I'd be wandering so

Far from the home I love.



Yet, there with my love, I'm home.