Die Is Jou Huis

A song that pulls at the heart strings especially for those that have emigrated or for those that are still in the process. Great memories of a carefree childhood! Our beautiful land...our beautiful country...days gone by. Who can ever forget that TV screen? 

There were no walls there in 8Th Street,

I remember the grass was green.

Me and Edzart Raath and a rugby ball,

could do what we wanted to do.

My Mother was there before bedtime,

her voice a home for me.

In the world of her arms,

I wanted to lock myself up.

And she says,

This is your home my child,

this is your home.

In the noise of these streets

you will find yourself,

this is your home,

this is your home.

Don't care where you end up,

a part of you will always stay.

Movies on Tuesday nights,

holding hands until they sweat,

young love that never leaves you,

Jacaranda's in the rain.

Oh the madness of teenage years.

My Dad who came to watch rugby.

And then we talk about my future,

and we wonder what it will look like.

And he says,

This is your home my child,

this is your home.

In the noise of these streets

you will find yourself,

this is your home,

this is your home.

Don't care where you end up,

a part of you will always stay.

Final cups of coffee.

The Airport cold and wet.

Your future now lies in another country,

Oh it breaks my heart.

Remember these waves,

The Outeniqua horison!

Remember your country loves you,

wherever you may go.

And we say,

This is your home,

this is your home.

In the noise of these streets

you FOUND yourself,

this is your home,

this is your home.

Don't care where you end up,

a part of you WILL stay.

THIS IS YOUR HOME

Oh ho ho ho 

This is your home, 

Oh ho ho ho.......