(One, two, three, four) Sarah Sarah likes her tea made black And I say I love her About twice a week But I should say it more than that Oh Sarah There ain't a bone in her that's weak She'll hold you tight and make it right She don't ever judge if you weep Oh Sarah Crystals are the tears that dress your cheek And I might not see you time to time But you should know you're in my thoughts all week Oh That warm, warm soul Sarah Another word for home