| Far away over the sea
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| There’s a river that’s calling to me
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| That river she runs all around
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| The place that I call my hometown
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| There’s a valley on the side of the hill
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| And flowers on an old windowsill
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| A familiar old picture it seems
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| And I’ll go there tonight in my dreams
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| Where it’s green in the summer
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| And gold in the fall
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| Her eyes are as blue
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| As the sky I recall
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| Far away over the sea
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| There’s a place at the table for me
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| Where laughter and music abound
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| Just waiting there in my hometown
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| The river she freezes
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| When there’s snow on the ground
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| And the children can slide
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| To the far side of town
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| Far away far away me
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| Hung up on a sweet memory
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| I’m lost and I wish I were found
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| In the arms of my darlin' hometown
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| With the evening sun sittin'
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| On the top of the hill
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| And the mockingbird answering
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| The old chapel bell
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| Far away over the sea
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| My heart is longing to be
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| And I wish I could lay myself down
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| In the arms of my darlin' hometown |