| In the distance day was dawning
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| Comes to me the early morning
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| Something tells me that I’m going home
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| The brand new sun shining bright
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| From the darkness fields of light
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| Something tells me that I’m going home
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| Going home
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| When the summer’s coming in
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| And the moonlight on the river
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| Shows me where I’ve been
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| Soft the rain is gently falling
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| Lightly cross the city morning
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| I get the feeling that I’m going home
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| Across the moorlands, past the mountains
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| O’er the rivers, beside the new streams
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| Something tells me that I’m going home
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| Going home
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| When the summer’s coming in
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| And the moonlight on the river
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| Shows me where I’ve been
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| Going home
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| When the summer’s coming in
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| And the moonlight on the river
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| Shows me where I’ve been
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| As the train is rolling nearer
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| Ah, the feeling just to be there
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| Something tells me that I’m going home
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| Now the skylines reach my eyes
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| The ridge stands out in highland skies
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| I just can’t believe I’m going home |