[ALEX, spoken]
What will our house be like?

[STEPHEN, spoken]
It's a little gray house. 

[ALEX, spoken]
Why is it gray?

[STEPHEN, spoken]
Because it has not been painted. 

[ALEX, spoken]
I see. I'm thinking about it. 

[ENSEMBLE]
What are you thinking
Old man among the broken boxes
Of Shanty Town?
What do you see
Child with the shining eyes
Among the broken hopes
Of Shanty Town?

[STEPHEN]
There's a little gray house
In a one-street town
And the door stands open
And the steps run down
And you prop up the window
With a stick on the sill
And you carry spring water
From the bottom of the hill
And the white star-of-Bethlehem
Grows in the yard
And I can't really describe it
But I'm trying hard
It's not much to tell about
It's not much to picturе out
And the only thing special is
It's home
[ENSEMBLE]
It's not much to sing about
It's not much to picturе out
And the only thing special is
It's home

[STEPHEN]
It's a long road, God knows
The long and turning iron road that leads to Ndotshéni
We must ride on iron before we see that house again
There's a lamp in the room
And it lights the face
Of the one who waits there
In her quiet place
With her hands always busy
Over needle and thread
Or the fire in the kitchen
To bake tomorrow's bread
And she always has love enough
To take you in
And her house will rest you
Wherever you've been

[STEPHEN]
It's not much to tell about
It's not much to picture out
And the only thing special is
It's home