AS A LEAF Home is where the sky is clear, And where the same sun is shining, It's home when I just can't draw near, And deeply hurt I'm feeling. So many tears dry out my soul, And my heart feels so many pains For I can return no more To see again our shiny plains. I'm what they call "a patriot" Who pulls his thoughts together, To bring back what I've always sought My plains and hills, my shelter. No proletarian I am And nor a peasant, that's for sure, But I will return again… And… everything I've said before.