O, when shadows fall and trees whisper day is ending My thoughts are even when they home O when crickets call my heart is forever yearning Someday to be returning home When the hills conceal the setting sun Stars begin a-peepin, one by one Night covers all and no fortune may for sale My dreams will ever take for home Night covers all and no fortune may for sale My dreams will ever take for home
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