The Home - Portugal. The Man

Do you ever listen for the sounds that your hands make?

Did you know that we could make sounds?

I don’t know what the palace knows

But I don’t run with sheep, the shepherd can’t herd me

My feet never slow with the age that takes me

I’ll slip back to the mountains where nobody knows me

I will make my home here

I will make my home here

I will make my home here

Grow a field of plenty to hold me tight

And keep us warm from the cold that burns me

My feet ever slow with the age that takes me

I’ll slip back to the mountains where nobody knows me

I will make my home here

I will make my home here

I will make my home here

Do you ever listen for sounds that your hands make?

Did you know that (know that)

We could (we could)

Make sounds?

I don’t know what the palace knows

But I don’t run with sheep, the shepherd can’t herd me

My feet never slow with the age that takes me

I’ll slip back to the mountains where nobody knows me

I will make my home here

I will make my home here

I will make my home here

(I will make my home here)

I will make my home here

I will make my home here

I will make my home here

(I will make my home here)

I know that I was fine before (Fine before, fine before)

I know that I was fine before (Fine before, fine before)

Know I was fine before (Fine before, fine before)

Know I was fine before (Fine before, fine before)

Know I was fine before (Fine before, fine before)

Know I was fine before (Fine before, fine before)