Home — Mary Black

Traveling at night, the headlights were bright And we'd been up many an hour And all through my brain Came the refrain Of home and it's warming fire

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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

The people I've seen They come in between The cities of tiring life The trains come and go, But inside you know The struggle will soon be a fight

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Traveling at night, The headlights were bright. But soon the sun came through the trees Around the next bend The flowers will send The sweet scene of home in the breeze

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