My grandmother came from Odessa Walked across Europe to get to the sea She sailed the Atlantic in winter To the place where my grandfather said he would be.
She pushed through the crowd at the dockside to reach him He swung her up high and he kissed her sweet smile He said as they walked through the loud foreign city, "This may become home, but it could take a while."
But she just shook her head at the strain in his eyes,
Said, "I followed my heart, and the heart never lies.
I will never forget how I loved my own land
But we'll make a true home in the place where we stand
Because home is wherever you reach for my hand."
I was born to the lights of Manhattan, Knew the pulse of the subway too deeply to speak Your spirit was bound to the mountains And I loved you before I had known you a week.
I drove all alone through the high plains and prairies To the warmth and the wit that had struck my heart through; You smiled as you showed me your forests and flowers But your eyes held the question my grandfather knew.
But I said, "I will learn to love wide western skies
For I followed my heart and the heart never lies.
I will never forget how I love my own land
But I'll make a true home in the place where I stand
Because home is wherever you reach for my hand."
The water kept rising unnoticed, A little bit higher and wilder each year Came a time when we couldn't deny it: That our home in the hills would too soon disappear
We saved all our money and spoke to the children, Signed up with these colonists heading for space, Now we hold the kids high: a last look out the window, You watch the Earth fade through the tears on your face
And I can't speak illusions, the pain to disguise
But we've brought our hearts here and the heart never lies.
We will never forget how we love our own land
But our family's together through starlight or sand
And home is wherever we reach for your hand.
http://Steve.Savitzky.net/Songs/where/
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