| Oh, father, come to the window, look over yonder lake
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| What a wondrous golden city beyond the icy wake
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| In my short life we’ve passed this way ten times or more
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| And never did a city rise up on that far shore
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| It’s the sun, sun shining on the water
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| It’s not far on New York or Rome
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| It’s a matter of hours before you see your mama
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| Waitin' for you back at home
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| La, la, la, la-la
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| La, la, la, la-la, la
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| Big buildings at its center stand ablaze with light
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| While other spires around these and trap the beams in flight
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| Oh, look now, I see people with faces small and fine
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| And in their midst just staring, a boy’s face like mine
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| It’s the sun, sun shining on the water
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| It’s not far on New York or Rome
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| It’s a matter of hours before you see your mama
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| Waitin' for you back at home
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| La, la, la, la-la
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| La, la, la, la-la, la
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| La, la, la, la-la
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| La, la, la, la-la, la
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| The sun was sinking, 'cause night was falling
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| The boy went after sleep
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| His wondrous city vanished into the icy deep
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| The moon was rising, 'cause night was falling
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| And now was as before
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| As we made our way through the countless pines
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| On the cold lake’s northern shore
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| It’s the sun, sun shining on the water
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| It’s not far on New York or Rome
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| It’s a matter of hours before you see your mama
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| Waitin' for you back at home
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| It’s the sun, sun shining on the water
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| It’s not far on New York or Rome
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| It’s a matter of hours before you see your mama
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| Waitin' for you back at home
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| La, la, la, la-la
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| La, la, la, la-la, la
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| La, la, la, la-la
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| La, la, la, la… |