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And when I got weary I’d sit a while and rest
Memories invading my mind
All the things I’d treasured
The ones I’d loved the best Were the things that I’d left behind…
Old familiar faces Everyone you meet
Following the ways of the land
Cobblestones and lanterns Lining every street
Calling me to come home again
Dancing in the moonlight Singing in the rain
Oh, it’s good to be back home again
Laughing in the sunlightRunning down the lane
Oh, it’s good to be back home again,…………….
YeHaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
