A Long way home Where he built up for his family It’s a house he won With his hard work back in 80s An old folk song Of his favorite from car radio One day morning Late in summer, in my memory We miss the days When you were there Raise our glasses to him At home he built Admiring his glory Scratch of pillar And sketch on the wall We love them all It's all of our story Still at home Feel I catch a glimpse of him From a chair he liked In front of TV in his work room I know he’s not here But I know he is still near Always I'm with his smiles In my memory We miss the days When you were there Raise our glasses to him At home he built Bringing back his memories All the faces Gathered here today Is the proof he was loved In his history ♫ Ah~ Raise our glasses to him At home he built Admiring his glory Scratch of pillar And sketch on the wall We love them all ‘cause it’s our story Raise our glasses to him At home he built Bringing back his memories All the faces Gathered here today Is the proof he was loved In his history