[male vocals] Sweet
Home
Sweet
home
is
sweet ,
sweeter
in
the
beautiful
mind
of
every
traveller ,
even
sweetest
when
one
smells
the
aroma
of
home
from
afar.
The
sound
of
village
drums-igba,
ikoro,
ekwe ,
the
dancing
steps
of
my
village
masquerade
never
depart
from
my
mind
and
ear ,
no
matter
the
distance
of
my
sojourn.
My
papa
once
said:
Gather
the
wealth
of
the
distant
lands,
fight
the
battle
of
survival
and
life,
fight
the
battle
of
poverty,
win,
fight
marital
battles ,
win
or
lose,
dont
forget
home
and
road
that
leads
you
home.
Sweet
home
is
sweet ,
sweeter
in
the
beautiful
mind
of
every
traveller ,
even
sweetest
when
one
smells
the
aroma
of
home
from
afar.
Home
they
say,
maybe
on
hilltop,
mountaintop,
farmstead,
forest,
woods,
gray
allays ,
island
and
inland,
bottom
of
the
sea.
Importantly,
my
mama
said,
son!
home
is
a
place
or
anything
that
offers
you
peace
of
mind
and
comfort
of
nature's
power.
My
grandpa
said,
home
has
two
handles,
one
that
offers
every
human
arms
of
warmest
embrace
and
another
one
that
shields
from
battles
of
life
and
worry,
wary
moments
life
brings
sometimes.
My
grandma
laughed
and
said,
grandson,
every
human
and
animal
has
a
home,
it
could
be
on
tree's
branch,
it
could
be
holes
in
the
grounds,
crooked
part
of
the
hills,
forests
and
rocks.
It
could
be
in
the
hearts
of
animals
and
friends
that
stayed
in
bad
and
good
times ,
thin
and
thick
moments
of
life,
friends ,
brothers ,
pets
that
stayed
in
your
times
of
fair
and
farce,
they
stay
true
by
your
side,
win
or
lose.
Oh!
oh!
home
is
sweet,
home
is
sweeter
when
some
find
home
and
solace
in
the
eyes
of
children,
babies
abadoned
on
the
street,
the
injured,
the
oppressed,
the
helpless.
Anywhere
you
find
home,
live,
enjoy
its
peace,
its
comfort
and
refuge
it
offers.
The
sound
of
village
drums-igba,
ikoro,
ekwe ,
the
dancing
steps
of
my
village
masquerade
never
depart
from
my
mind
and
ear ,
no
matter
the
distance
of
my
sojourn.
My
grandma
laughed
and
said,
grandson,
every
human
and
animal
has
a
home,
it
could
be
on
tree's
branch,
it
could
be
holes
in
the
grounds,
crooked
part
of
the
hills,
forests
and
rocks.
It
could
be
in
the
hearts
of
animals
and
friends
that
stayed
in
bad
and
good
times ,
thin
and
thick
moments
of
life,
friends ,
brothers ,
pets
that
stayed
in
your
times
of
fair
and
farce,
they
stay
true
by
your
side,
win
or
lose.
Oh!
oh!
home
is
sweet,
home
is
sweeter
when
some
find
home
and
solace
in
the
eyes
of
children,
babies
abadoned
on
the
street,
the
injured,
the
oppressed,
the
helpless.
My
grandma
laughed
and
said,
grandson,
every
human
and
animal
has
a
home,
it
could
be
on
tree's
branch,
it
could
be
holes
in
the
grounds,
crooked
part
of
the
hills,
forests
and
rocks.
It
could
be
in
the
hearts
of
animals
and
friends
that
stayed
in
bad
and
good
times ,
thin
and
thick
moments
of
life,
friends ,
brothers ,
pets
that
stayed
in
your
times
of
fair
and
farce,
they
stay
true
by
your
side,
win
or
lose.
Oh!
oh!
home
is
sweet,
home
is
sweeter
when
some
find
home
and
solace
in
the
eyes
of
children,
babies
abadoned
on
the
street,
the
injured,
the
oppressed,
the
helpless.
My
grandma
laughed
and
said,
grandson,
every
human
and
animal
has
a
home,
it
could
be
on
tree's
branch,
it
could
be
holes
in
the
grounds,
crooked
part
of
the
hills,
forests
and
rocks.
It
could
be
in
the
hearts
of
animals
and
friends
that
stayed
in
bad
and
good
times ,
thin
and
thick
moments
of
life,
friends ,
brothers ,
pets
that
stayed
in
your
times
of
fair
and
farce,
they
stay
true
by
your
side,
win
or
lose.
Oh!
oh!
home
is
sweet,
home
is
sweeter
when
some
find
home
and
solace
in
the
eyes
of
children,
babies
abadoned
on
the
street,
the
injured,
the
oppressed,
the
helpless.
My
grandma
laughed
and
said,
grandson,
every
human
and
animal
has
a
home,
it
could
be
on
tree's
branch,
it
could
be
holes
in
the
grounds,
crooked
part
of
the
hills,
forests
and
rocks.
It
could
be
in
the
hearts
of
animals
and
friends
that
stayed
in
bad
and
good
times ,
thin
and
thick
moments
of
life,
friends ,
brothers ,
pets
that
stayed
in
your
times
of
fair
and
farce,
they
stay
true
by
your
side,
win
or
lose.
Oh!
oh!
home
is
sweet,
home
is
sweeter
when
some
find
home
and
solace
in
the
eyes
of
children,
babies
abadoned
on
the
street,
the
injured,
the
oppressed,
the
helpless.
Anywhere
you
find
home,
live,
enjoy
its
peace,
its
comfort
and
refuge
it
offers.
Sweet
home
is
sweet ,
sweeter
in
the
beautiful
mind
of
every
traveller ,
even
sweetest
when
one
smells
the
aroma
of
home
from
afar.