| Nestling in the pine trees in the mountains
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| Down along the road I love it still
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| There I know my dear old mother’s waiting
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| Waiting and I know she always will
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| Home is where the heart is they tell me
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| Many, many try to travel that lonesome road
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| They’ll never find a pal as true as mother
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| They’ll never find a place as sweet as home
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| Now many years ago I left my old home
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| Started out out to ramble all around
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| If ever I return to where I came from
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| I’ll build a little home and settle down
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| Home is where the heart is they tell me
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| Many, many try to travel that lonesome road
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| They’ll never find a pal as true as mother
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| They’ll never find a place as sweet as home
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| Home is where the heart is they tell me
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| Many, many try to travel that lonesome road
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| They’ll never find a pal as true as mother
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| They’ll never find a place as sweet as home |