Home, home again.
I like to be here when I can.
When I cmoe home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire.
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
Writer(s): Roger Waters, Rick Wright, David Gilmour
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