A few years ago we were on a gorgeous holiday with family in friends in far-flung places and oddly, I found myself writing this song.

I didn’t set out to write about the smells and tastes of the spaces we make, how fragile their balance and what they do for us as the nest-building animals we are, but that’s what happened…and I think it’s beautiful.

I hope you do too.

Home

Kylie van Dam 2017/19

Home is where my pillow’s just that bit too flat come morning.

Home is where my mattress remembers how I lie.

Home is where my feet first land on the baby’s old farm fleece.

Home is where my mind can rest.

It’s where it runs most free.

Where I’m free to be…well.

Don’t tear me from that old dog-box I know so well.

Don’t banish all the sights and sounds that keep all four walls high.

High, safely in the sky.

Well.

Home is where the birds are King and cars are tucked away.

Home is where the cycling thing is how we live each day.

Home is where the children know they’re free to live their own way.

Home is where my mind can rest.

It’s where it runs most free.

Where I’m free to be…well.

Don’t lock me in some small tin can and through my soul away.

Don’t banish all the sights and sounds I need along the way. .

Home,

Somewhere we can stay.

Well.

Don’t tear me from that old dog-box I know so well.

So banish all the sights and sounds that keep all four walls high.

High,

Safely in the sky.

Well.