There is a ghost That eats hankerchiefs; It keeps you company On all your travels.

A house is made of walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams.

Home is not where you live, but where they understand you

There is a ghost That eats handkerchiefs; It keeps you company On all your travels

To travel is to live.

To move, to breathe, to fly, to float,
To gain all while you give,
To roam the roads of lands remote,
To travel is to live.