Dolly Parton – Home

About the song

In the realm of country music, few names resonate with the same warmth and recognition as Dolly Parton. Her voice, a melodious blend of Southern twang and heartfelt emotion, has captivated audiences for decades, weaving tales of love, loss, and the enduring spirit of humanity. Among her vast repertoire of cherished songs, one stands out as a beacon of comfort and nostalgia: “Home.”

Released in 1970, “Home” is a poignant ballad that encapsulates the essence of longing, belonging, and the unwavering pull of one’s roots. Parton’s lyrics paint vivid pictures of a rustic haven, a sanctuary where worries melt away and the heart finds solace. The song’s opening lines, “Oh, sweet memories, where are you now?,” set the stage for a journey into the depths of sentimentality, as Parton reminisces about simpler times spent amidst the familiar embrace of home.

The verses that follow unveil the universal yearning for a place of refuge, a sanctuary where one can shed the burdens of the world and simply be. Parton’s lyrics capture the essence of home not merely as a physical structure but as a state of being, a comforting embrace that transcends time and distance.

“Home” is more than just a song; it’s an embodiment of the human spirit’s unwavering connection to its origins. The melody, a gentle caress of acoustic guitar and Parton’s soothing vocals, perfectly complements the heartfelt lyrics, creating an atmosphere of tender introspection.

As the song progresses, the listener is transported to a place of tranquility, where the worries of the world seem to fade into the background. Parton’s voice, imbued with a profound sense of longing and tenderness, conveys the depths of emotion that lie at the heart of the song’s message.

The chorus, with its simple yet profound declaration, “Home, where the heart is,” serves as a poignant reminder of the enduring power of home. It’s a place where one is truly seen, accepted, and loved unconditionally, a refuge from the storms of life.

“Home” is a timeless classic that has resonated with listeners for generations, transcending cultural and generational boundaries. Its message of love, belonging, and the enduring power of home is as relevant today as it was when the song was first released.

Parton’s ability to capture the essence of human emotion and express it through her music is unparalleled. “Home” is a testament to her artistry, a song that has touched the hearts of millions and will continue to do so for generations to come. It’s a reminder that no matter where life’s journey may take us, the warmth and comfort of home will always be there, waiting to welcome us back.

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Lyrics

Lookin’ outta my windowpaneTears minglin’ with the rainI’m so lonesome I could cry, just like old Hank
Starin’ down on the city streetFeelin’ empty and incompleteThere’s a place I need to be to fill my tankA place I can go where I can be freeWhere I can be happy and just be me
HomeWhere the warm wind’s blowin’And the river’s flowin’ alongLike a lazy bum in the midday sunAnd I’ve gone fishin’ with my pole at the fishin’ holeWhere I can lay down my heavy loadAnd know that I am always welcome home
I left home I was seventeenI had a lot of ambitious dreamsSeen a lot of those dreams come trueI’ve had good luck
I ain’t complain’ that’s for sureI got a lot to be thankful forOne of those things is a magic door that opens upBack to the time when I was a kidTo the sounds of the crickets and the katydidsIt’s called
HomeOn the front porch swingin’And the fern pots hangin’HomeWith the church bells ringin’And voices singin’ thoseOld songs that mend my mind like a stitch in timeWhere the tea is sweet and the love completeOh me, I wanna go home
I often think about where I have beenWhere I am goin’ and that’s about when I think about
HomeWhere the soul finds comfort and the heart finds pleasureHomeWhere the depths of love is hard to measureIt’s home
I hear you callin’, I hear you callin’I’ll never be lost as long as I knowThere’s place like that where I can goWhere I can restore my weary soulOn the mountain slopes and the soft blue smokeOf homeHome sweet home
HomeBack to the hills with the whippoorwills ofHomeWith the fireflies blinkin’ and the night stars winkin’HomeHoneysuckle vine and Muscadine wine atHomeWhere the ginseng grows in the shady groves ofHomeWith family and friends and joy that never endsHomeThere’s no place like it, no place like itHome