Commentary
Coming from someone else I might have dismissed it, but the compliment meant a lot coming from Sue, a fourth or fifth-generation local rancher, Chair of the County Agricultural Advisory Commission, a straight-shooter, well-liked and respected by all. She had seen our house under the previous owners before we invited her and Bob over for dinner. Her comment: “You’ve made this house a home.”
Yes, we—and especially Linda—had furnished, decorated, and lovingly transformed the house (and garden, orchard, pond, barn, horse trails, etc.) into a home--a welcoming place of beauty in harmony with its natural surroundings: a busy, happy place where I felt free.
This song is about that particular country home we lived in for seven years until recently, about how I felt returning there from town, and about it felt just being there with Linda, our horses, our dogs, the pond, the trails, the house, the “his” and “hers” yurts, the orchard, the garden, the seasons of the year, the seasons of our lives—comfortable and free, appreciative, in love. This is a love song for Linda, who makes my every house a home.
I offer a few photos of the place, including one of our dog, Stella, gazing at an otter in the pond.
And for those who aspire to better homes & gardens I will emphasize a few things experience has taught me: “Prepare the soil;” “sow some seed;” have “patience;” and don’t forget to “irrigate and weed.”
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Lyrics
Coming home the world out there beyond the hill's a puff of air.
Coming home the fields grow wide, I breathe country deep inside.
Coming home my rhythm slows, my eyes delight, I stretch my toes.
I think of you. I think of us. I reckon I'm a lucky cuss
Cho. 'Cause you make my house a home.
Where I feel free. Why should I roam?
You make my house a home.
Being home is blues and greens with sunshine splashes in between.
Winter Spring Summer Fall, my darling's magic fills them all,
The seasons of our lives spent here, downshifted to a lower gear
While art and music fill the house, no wonder I'm a grateful spouse
'Cause you make my house a home.
To my clay soil you add the loam. You
Enrich my garden and make my house a home.
Home is where the heart is and, if you're lucky, it's where you live.
Home is where they love you and where you have love to give,
Where you can plant a garden, prepare the soil, sew some seed and
With patience reap a harvest if you irrigate and weed.
Guitar Solo
Our home’s no cave; it’s glass and wood, but nature is our neighborhood
Where Summer Fall Winter Spring, Mother Nature does her thing:
Otters, ducks, raccoons and deer parade outside while meantime we're
Comfortable around the place, it keeps a smile on my face
'Cause you make this bee-hive a home
It's just wax without you, honey, an empty comb.
You make my house a home.
You make my house a home. And I say
You make my house a home.