Warm and soothing That's how I remember home. Walking into arms through the back door Hearing voices I know well and long for.

December will be magic again. Don't miss the brightest star, Kiss under mistletoe, I want to hear you laugh, Don't let the mystery go now.

I'm reeling in the music, And I've only had a few... And I'm afraid by the way we grow old... My darling...

See how I fall like the snow, Come to cover the lovers, (But don't you wake them up) Come to sparkle the dark up, With just a touch of make up. Come to cover t…

Sadly I roam, Still longing for de old plantation, And for de old folks at home.

All these relics gave... Thornfield Hall the aspect of a home of the past: a shrine to memory. I liked the hush, the gloom, the quaintness of these retreats in…

She remembered home as a place where there were always too many children, a cross man and work piling up around a sick woman.