For a slice of happiness I'd give my soul,
but I see joy in many places,
like happy fruit in a happy bowl,
the summer sun on happy faces.
I've been on a journey,
now I'm going home,
to the country of my heart,
where at-least I belong.
I see joy all around me,
it flutters like the breeze,
but joy is never given for free,
doesn't come when you say please.
I've been on a journey,
now I'm going home,
to the country of my heart,
where at-least I belong.
When I see others happy I cry,
tears of regret and pain,
I get a lump in my throat, followed by a needy sigh,
tears roll away in the rain.
I've been on a journey,
now I'm going home,
to the country of my heart,
where at-least I belong.
All my life I've wondered,
marvelled at the view,
how others joy is squandered,
to other's it's all brand new.
I've been on a journey,
now I'm going home,
to the country of my heart,
where at-least I belong.
Now my life's in twilight,
I look back across the years,
there's not much happiness with words of spite,
that's ringing in my ears.
I've been on a journey,
now I'm going home,
to the country of my heart,
where at-least I belong.