| Willoughby Brooky |
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| My feet are getting so weary |
| And my steps are getting slow |
| As I travel down this lonely road of life |
| But each step that I take |
| Just draws me closer, closer to my home |
| Where I’ll rest from all my heartaches, all my troubles, all my strife |
| Each step I take just draws me closer home, closer to my home |
| Where I’ll rest my weary feet and travel no more |
| I see my loved ones waiting on that shore |
| They’re waiting on that shore |
| Each step I take just draws me closer to my home |
