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They say that home is where the heart is

but some hearts are forced to roam

I pray to Mother Mary in heaven

those wandering hearts will find a home



Mary sailed from Cork

in 1849

Mom sent her to New York

‘cause their potatoes died



One of countless tired and poor

packing only hope and will

whose generations built

this shining city on the hill



Maria and her father

fled north to Mexico

What forced them from their land

you just don’t wanna know



Separated in El Paso

legal process has been slow

they knew that it was risky

didn’t know where else to go



They say that home is where the heart is

but some hearts are forced to roam

I pray to Mother Mary in heaven

those wandering hearts will find a home



I’ve got land on this earth

that the deeds say that I own

A warm place for my family

but it’s really just God’s loan



I’m a traveler through this life

I’ll be born and die alone

Hope I have Mother Mary’s blessing

when it’s my time to go home



They say that home is where the heart is

but some hearts are forced to roam

I pray to Mother Mary in heaven

those wandering hearts will find a home