Philippines My Home

(ahhhh) Manila rain falling on the hot concrete I still feel the

rhythm of the jeepney street Tropical breeze whispering through the palm trees

Now I'm far away feeling frozen in the breeze

I close my eyes and I see the sunset gold

Stories of the islands that my mother told

(ooh,

yeah) Take me back to the shores of my home Where the

blue waves crash and the spirits roam My beautiful islands,

across the wide sea Philippines,

you're always a part of me

Missing the warmth, the smiles,

the grace Every single corner of that sacred space From the mountains

high to the white sand shore My heart keeps beating for it

more and more

Islands of beauty, islands of grace

I will return to my favorite place (ahhhh)

Philippines, my home... (yeah)