| When you’re out walking and there’s no one near you
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| But a voice keeps calling and you hear your name
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| It’s not the leaves or the whispering breezes
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| It’s me that’s calling you back again
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| Oh, can you hear me? |
| Oh, can you hear me?
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| As you roam through lonely London town
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| When evening’s falling, you’ll hear me calling
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| Come on home now to the County Down
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| Do you remember the fiddlers playing
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| The songs and stories the whole night long
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| It’s little then that you thought of leaving
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| It seems so strange now that you are gone
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| Oh, can you hear me? |
| Oh, can you hear me?
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| As you roam through lonely London town
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| When evening’s falling, you’ll hear me calling
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| Come on home now to the County Down
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| I’m always dreaming that things are changing
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| And that they’re building a factory tall
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| And young ones needed again in Newry
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| But I still need you the most of all
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| Oh, can you hear me? |
| Oh, can you hear me?
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| As you roam through lonely London town
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| When evening’s falling, you’ll hear me calling
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| Come on home now to the County Down
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| Come on home now to the County Down |