Текст Dean Martin – Home

When shadows fall and leaves whisper the day is ending
My thoughts are ever wandering home
When crickets call my heart is forever yearning
Once more to be returning.

When the hills can see the settin’ sun
Stars begin to spark one by one
Nights covers all and though fortune may forsake me
Sweet dream will ever take me home.

Nights covers all and though fortune may forsake me
Sweet dream will ever take me home…