- cifra
Who is there at the end of lonesome roads?
All of us hope there’s a home
A place to rest where wounds get dressed, the table’s full
The sound of laughter in the halls
Light the fire, gather ‘round
Join together, sing it loud
Raise the glass and joyful be
Home at last, one family
We’re all orphans looking for an open door
Hard times come no more
Come on up to the house of the lord
Father adopts us all
