| I often think of home Dee-ol-ee-ay
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| When I am all alone and far away
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| I sing an old refrain, dee-ol-ee-ay
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| For it recalls to me a bygone day
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| It takes me back again to meadow’s fair
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| Where sunlight’s golden rays beam everywhere
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| My childhood joys again come back to me
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| My mother’s face in fancy too I see
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| It was my mother taught me how to sing
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| And to that memory my heart will cling
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| I’m never sad and alone while on my way
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| As long as I can sing Dee-ol-ee-ay
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| Though years have passed and gone, dee-ol-ee-ay
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| And though my heart is young my head is grey
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| Yet still the echoes ring, dee-ol-ee-ay
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| And dear old memories forever stay
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| [This song will bring me visions full of light
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| And sweetest dreams throughout the darkest night
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| Of all that life can give, that song is best
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| I’ll take it with me when I go to rest]
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| And when at last my journey here is o’er
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| 'Twill ring more joyfully than o’er before
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| For up to heavens I will take my lay
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| The angels, too, will sing dee-ol-ee-ay |