Raizel (1953 -) | Canadian
© 1970, after my family moved
The front door opens, this is it
this is my new home.
Where I'll live and have my pride
my new home.
It may not be big, it's not a palace
my new home.
The backyard is green in summer
the backyard of my new home.
I'm sorry world if it's not your cup of tea
my new home.
Come rain, shine or snow.
And together we will be snuggle
in my new home.