This is the road which I choose to go,
like a long and narrow winding bough,
where once, I stood so long ago,
It was this road which led me home.
Homemade gifts and Christmas trees—
    all my life I’ve cherished these.


What seemed the least, meant the most to me.
It is this way I choose to go.
And here is the place where my family grew—
a life, as when once a child, I knew—
    a time when my dreams really did come true.

This old house you see was my home.
It is this road I choose to go on,
and when ending…
    I shall give my spirit to.

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