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Nestling in the pine trees in the mountainsDown along the road I love it stillThere I know my dear old mother's waitingWaiting and I know she always willChorusHome is where the heart is they tell meMany, many try to travel that lonesome roadThey'll never find a pal as true as motherThey'll never find a place as sweet as homeNow many years ago I left my old homeStarted out out to ramble all aroundIf ever I return to where I came fromI'll build a little home and settle down[chorus][chorus] From Letras Mania