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Written by Mark Merritt, Earl Musick, Darlina Musick and Mick Morrow ©

                                    A field lies beside me
                                    Lazy setting sun.
                                    Where the dogwoods bloom
                                With the pine's perfume...
                                    This is where my soul can run.

                                    A field lies beside me
                                    Lazy setting sun.
                                    Where the dogwoods bloom
                                    With the pine's perfume...
                                    This is where my soul can run.

                                    A moon fades into a rising sun.
                                    Clouds break up my day.
                                    And my heart longs
                                For that homeward song,
                                    That never fails
                                    To carry me on my way.

                                    My castle on a hill
                                    Is where I belong.
                                It may be meek and
                                    Built of native stone,
                                    With these two hands
                                    And a willing back that's strong.
                                    This is where I call my home.

                                    It's my home, my home.
                                    It's my home, my home.

                                    Someone once told me,
                                    Never question why.
                                    You must hold near
                                    What you find dear
                                    While your livin'
                                    Under the Texas sky.

                                    A field lies beside me.
                                    I never feel alone
                                    The dogwoods lie,
                                    The pines, kiss the sky.
                                    This is where my soul can run.

                                    My castle on a hill
                                    Is where I belong.
                                    It may be meek and
                                    Built of native stone,
                                    With these two hands
                                    And a willing back that's strong
                                    This is where I call my home.