When the wind caresses my side,
The air is coming aside,
I smell fresh grass from my countryside,
Fresh hay coming from where I reside,
No matter where I am,
I feel it's time,
Time to go home,
Go back to what I own,
We always come back,
It's our eternal track,
Back to our origins,
Close to our belongings,
Looking toward the window of the train,
Images of childhood fill my brain,
No matter on which railway,
We always find a way,
To go back home,
Go back to what we own,
No matter where I am,
I feel it's time,
Time to go home,
Go back to what I own,
A smell attracks memories,
Telling you to see relatives,
Going back to who we care,
Cause that's the real thing to share.
Marion Cursio - Time to Go Home Lyrics
Marion Cursio - Time to Go Home Lyrics
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When the wind caresses my side,
The air is coming aside,
I smell fresh grass from my countryside,
Fresh hay coming from where I reside,
No matter where I am,
I feel it's time,
Time to go home,
Go back to what I own,
We always come back,
It's our eternal track,
Back to our origins,
Close to our belongings,
Looking toward the window of the train,
Images of childhood fill my brain,
No matter on which railway,
We always find a way,
To go back home,
Go back to what we own,
No matter where I am,
I feel it's time,
Time to go home,
Go back to what I own,
A smell attracks memories,
Telling you to see relatives,
Going back to who we care,
Cause that's the real thing to share.
The air is coming aside,
I smell fresh grass from my countryside,
Fresh hay coming from where I reside,
No matter where I am,
I feel it's time,
Time to go home,
Go back to what I own,
We always come back,
It's our eternal track,
Back to our origins,
Close to our belongings,
Looking toward the window of the train,
Images of childhood fill my brain,
No matter on which railway,
We always find a way,
To go back home,
Go back to what we own,
No matter where I am,
I feel it's time,
Time to go home,
Go back to what I own,
A smell attracks memories,
Telling you to see relatives,
Going back to who we care,
Cause that's the real thing to share.