Willows weep, the pillows they do sleep

Home sweet home, to each his own

I always say



He's a man of few words

A bundle of nerves, wait and see

And while his mind works best in darkness

Coming up from behind

The frightened keep on running

While he just hangs around



Home sweet home

To each his own I always say

Martin tries to use his eyes in every way



Help ease the situation

He's happy with what he's got

The kid with his candy, finger painting and blocks

In pitch black he's taking action

What is the cause?

Then came the applause





It was a cold and windy afternoon and through the tumbling clouds you

could see the moon, all the mums and dads had come to see the things

their kiddies had done; and out jumped Martin dressed to his tens in the

Campbells tartan. All eyes watched him, skipping and dancing, everyone

laughed but Martin was deaf and couldn't hear a thing, he just kept

dancing the highland fling.



Now he's proud of his efforts

That young lad Martin

From the local kindergarten



Home sweet home to each his own

I always say

Martin tries to use his eyes in every way

Home sweet home to each his own

I always say

Home home on the range...