And we'd been up many an hour
And all through my brain
Came the refrain
Of home and it's warming fire
And Home
Sings me of sweet things
My life there has it's own wings
To fly over the mountains
Though I'm standing still
-Karla Bonoff (1977)
写真左：1977年に買った広辞苑
（写真下：購入日のサイン）
