| On one morning bright and clear
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| My old homestead I drew near
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| It’s a village down in sunny Tennessee
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| I was speeding on a train
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| That would carry me back again
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| To that girl I loved in sunny Tennessee
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| You could hear those children singing
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| As she bid farewell to me
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| Far across the fields of cotton
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| My old homestead I could see
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| But as the moon rose in the glory
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| There I told the saddest story
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| To that girl I loved in sunny Tennessee
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| It has been but quite a few years
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| Since I kissed away her tears
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| As I left her at my dear old mother’s side
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| And each day we’ve been apart
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| She’s grown nearer to my heart
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| As the night I asked of her to be my bride
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| As the train run in at last
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| Those familiar scenes I passed
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| When I kissed my mother at the station door
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| When the crowd gathered round
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| Tears on every face I found
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| But I missed the one who I’d been waiting for
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| As I whispered «Mother dear
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| Where is Mary?» |
| «She's not here.»
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| All the world seems lonely, sadness came to me
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| As she pointed to a spot
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| In the little churchyard lot
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| Where my sweetheart sleeps in sunny Tennessee |