My Native Home
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I'd like to see my native home the lofty trees and golden sand
The rugged hills all crowded round my mother's voice how sweet would sound
Sometimes I dream of home and friends my dreams are false my heart's with them
And when I wake I'm alone my dreams are false my friends are gone
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I'd like to see my heart's delight her beauty is best and I'm so bright
And how she'd smile as I drew near I kiss her with the falling kiss
It fills my heart with fondest love to listen to that lonesome dove
He mournes as if his maid was gone as if like he left all alone
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Nine or ten years have past and gone and I'm still left here all alone
Oh I'd like to see my native home among your hills I loved to roam
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