I have been to verdant hills br watch moonrise on sea at gloam br nothing compares to what it feels br when I am back to my home. br br Have trekked faraway mountain pass br caravaned on rolling desert br gone to icy heights where grows no grass br coming home I found my heart. br br When travel bug bites my feet br eyes beg for the unseen shore br I wander far but soon retreat br beckons me sweet home's door. br br I roam the unknown in wanderlust br weary of the cramped furlong br but end of day in twilight dust br feel the home is where I belong.