…perfumes of incense Graceful rooms of alabaster stone All I ever wanted [Verse 2: Caleb Hyles, Jonathan Young] This is my home…
Ripe like coriander grown in his back yard I grew like your hatred grew for me Smooth like alabaster stone you drew me…
Too late for words to say I try to speak ‘em anyway I bring my lies to the table Weathered by the storm This alabaster stone…
Whittle somber aphorisms from an alabaster stone Calligrapher woes, alley-cat verbose Still singing songs of hope in the trying times…
The one the Golden God All alone body cold lying on an alabaster stone He made his final stand image scratched around white bleached…

Music from the Motion Picture: The Prince of Egypt
…rooms of alabaster stone All I ever wanted This is my home With my father, mother, brother Oh so noble, oh so strong Now I am home…
…perfumes of incense Graceful rooms of alabaster stone All I ever wanted This is my home With my father, mother, brother Oh so…
…rooms of alabaster stone All I ever wanted This is my home With my father, mother, brother Oh so noble, oh so strong Now I am home…
…wanted Sweet perfumes of incense Graceful rooms of alabaster stone All I ever wanted This is my home With my father, mother, brother…
…and clean and all I've ever known All I ever wanted Sweet perfumes of incense Graceful rooms of alabaster stone All I ever wanted…
…rooms of alabaster stone All I ever wanted This is my home With my father, mother, brother Oh so noble, oh so strong Now I am home…