| Weary of roaming on, yearning to see the dawn
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| Counting the hours till I can lay down my load
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| Weary but I don’t mind, knowing that soon I’ll find
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| Peace and contentment at the end of the road
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| The way is long, the night is dark
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| But I don’t mind 'cause a happy lark
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| Will be singing at the end of the road
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| I can’t go wrong, I must go right
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| I’ll find my way 'cause a guiding light
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| Will be shining at the end of the road
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| There may be thorns in my path
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| But I’ll wear a smile
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| 'Cause in a little while
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| My path will be roses
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| The rain may fall from up above
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| But I won’t stop 'cause the ones I love
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| Will be waiting at the end of the road
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| I seem to roam through a field
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| That is snowy white
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| And through the silent night
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| A banjo is strumming
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| come back, I roam no more
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| A mammy’s heart and a cabin door
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| Will be open at the end of the road
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| You’ll hear that old Devil say
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| «Come on down below»
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| But you just let him know
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| You’re heading for Heaven
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| Come on and climb the Golden Stairs
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| And all your troubles and all your cares
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| Will be over at the end of the road |