A home I crave, a dwelling sought,
Where the air breathes freedom's art.
A corner for the song, the whispered verse,
Another for the wine that warms the heart.
A home I crave, a dwelling sought,
Where the air breathes freedom's art.
A home whose doors are never closed,
To any soul that seeks to enter in,
Where saint and sinner, all may roam,
And find a solace, where to begin.
A home whose doors are never closed.
Upon the door, a sign of grape-born ink,
Let the message shine, a welcome deep,
"Enter those who wish to stay,"
Till dawn's first light begins to peep.
A home I crave, a dwelling sought,
Where the air breathes freedom's art.
A corner for the song, the whispered verse,
Another for the wine that warms the heart.
A home I crave, a dwelling sought.
Each drinker here, a cherished guest,
No stranger found within these walls,
Go seek the market, if you must,
To those who haggle and heed the calls.
A home I crave, a dwelling sought.
"Thirst," the lips proclaim with ease,
A simple plea to the listening ear,
But when the soul speaks from the eyes,
Then the struggle begins to appear.
A home I crave, a dwelling sought,
Where the air breathes freedom's art.
A corner for the song, the whispered verse,
Another for the wine that warms the heart.
A home I crave, a dwelling sought.
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