I'll be home for Christmas...Iowa...

So many of us have traveled the miles living far from the homeland,
but when they say there's no place like home...
it has special meaning to many of us.

IOWA...my home sweet home...

Down home folks living off the land,
through every season, hot and cold,
there is a silent beauty...

Home and family,
family helping family through
thick and thin,
through harvest and famine,
through richer and poorer
in sickness and in health...
sounds like a marital commitment...
and it is of sorts.

It is what you make it...
you can call it drudgery
you can call it paradise
it's a world of your own making
good or bad...

...you can see it in technicolor or
you can see it in black and white...
it's all up to you...

You can love it in Winter or
you can love it in summer,
it's still home
and it's beautiful...

No matter how far you travel,
it still lingers in your soul...
the place of your birth
your home sweet home...

Mine is Iowa
and the fertile farmlands spread o'er the plains,
frozen and barren or thawed and fruitful,
it's still the land of my birth
and the love of my humble heart...

HOME...