BETA

Coming Home.

There’s a valley in the west world, and a river rippling
free,
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Ever singing in the sunlight as it hurries to the
sea ;
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And I think of it with longing, I remember it with
tears,
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For the echo of its music brings me back the vanished
years.
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Sing thy song, O running river !  I am coming home to
thee,
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To the valley in the west world where you watch and
wait for me ;
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Fast as rushing winds can bring me and a ship can
cross the sea,
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O my river in the west world !  I am coming home to
thee.
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There’s a cottage in the west world, with its jasmine-
hidden door
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Ever open, as if waiting for my step to come once
more.
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I can see it in my dreaming, though I’m far across the
foam ;
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For the heart finds many dwellings, but there’s only
one is Home !
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Open wide, dear cottage doorway !  I am coming home
to thee,
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To a threshold in the west world that is waiting yet
for me.
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Fast as rushing winds can bring me and a ship can
cross the sea,
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O my cottage in the west world! I am coming home to
thee.
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There’s a true heart in the west world that is beating
still for me,
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Ever praying in the twilight once again my face to
see.
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Oh !  the world is good and gladsome, with its love both
east and west ;
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But there’s ever one love only that is still the first and
best !
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Pray for me, true heart and loving ; I am coming home
to thee,
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To my old home in the west world, and the place that
waits for me;
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Fast as rushing winds can bring me and a ship can
cross the sea,
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O my true heart in the west world !  I am coming home
to thee.
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