THE TREE  (c) 1994 Monica E. Gómez Verse 1:  If I left my home, I would miss the tree that outside my window grows there for me. Its leaves are filled with heaven all day long. Its branches catch the falling sun. Verse 2:  If I left my home, I would miss the mountain rising so silently from the land with clouds around her shoulders like a shawl her swirling skirts in foothills fall. Refrain:  Home, home...I won’t leave anymore. Home, home...I’m looking out my door. Verse 3:  If I left my home, I would miss my bed where my precious lover lays down his head. He reaches for my body in the night curling ‘round me with his light.  Refrain