Home - Edwin Mccain

There’s a tiny handprint

Two feet from the floor

And on the wall outside our upstairs bedroom door

A tiny handprint

Sticky from the pancakes

Making sure that daddy’s waking up

To kiss her tiny face

This is home to me

Is the place where I find peace

It’s the view you’ve got to see

And this is home to me

Her brothers run

From one into the other

And not listening to their mother

Time to get a go lay down the rules

But she’s so good

Well she’s got them fat and ready

And so he climbed on into the green truck

And we head on out to school

This is home to me

Is the place where I find peace

It’s the view you’ve got to see

And this is home to me

The young man craved the kiss

That’s just the thrill of the chase

I never dreamed of this

And home is a warm-loving embrace

There’s a tiny handprint

Two feet from the floor

On the wall outside our upstairs bedroom door

A tiny handprint

Sticky from the pancakes

Making sure that daddy’s waking up

To kiss her tiny face