Soft skin, bells ring
A bird outside goes unheard
Fires crackle, windows rattle
When the storm blots out warmth

Huddling close, nobody knows
Whether the gale will prevail
A wild storm, trees all torn
Despite all this, our house strong sits

The storms done, the house won
But we huddle still, fear instilled
In every bone, nothings shown
Yet in my head here, nothing but fear

You take my hand, helping me stand
And for hours we talk, and walk
Fields of roses, poppies and posies
We didn't realised then the places we've been

Home, the rolling fields, truth yields
A place where you can show your face
Be true, be you
And my homes here with you

Taking a walk through poppies, we talk
And the places we go, please don't say no
Because you're my home
And I want to be your home too