The wind blows chilly, my bag is empty The road runs narrow and it's full of holes I've seen fine cities, and fields of plenty But none so lovely as the ones at home And home is far, far across the ocean My house is nothing more, now, than a song Oh, come kind brothers, and sing a song for me It's been a long long time that I've been gone I've traveled here and I traveled yonder I've journey far and wide and up and down But still the pathway is love to wander Winds down the starry field My friends are far far across the ocean If they've forgotten me, It's only fair Oh come, kind brothers, we'll send the dove to them And we will drink good health to them and theirs The wind blows chilly, my bag is empty Though fortune smiled at me a time or so There's no denying she's a fine lady It's your own doing if you let her go And free's the grass ( Ahh...) and sweet grows the jasmine Though hard times often last a lenghty spell The sky is light now...the morning's risen Oh, come, kind brothers, now, bid me farewell
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