| God gave me travelling shoes,
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| God gave me the wanderer’s eye,
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| God gave two gold coins to help me to the other side.
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| He then turned around and said — be careful how the small things grow,
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| When God gives you travelling shoes,
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| You know that it is time to go.
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| Home,
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| Home,
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| Home.
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| He then sent in the ship at night,
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| And it took me to a hidden port.
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| Slipped me the key at last,
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| To open up my prison door.
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| Gave me blackbird’s wings,
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| Gifted me with beggar’s eyes.
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| But when God sends in the jackals,
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| You know that it is time to say bye, bye, bye.
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| So I’m going home.
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| Home,
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| Home,
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| Home,
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| Home,
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| Home.
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| So God gave me travelling shoes,
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| Gave me one last reprieve.
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| He then gave me hunger,
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| Denying me the air to breath.
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| Not even one small case,
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| Not even one last goodbye.
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| But God gave me travelling shoes,
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| And without them I would surely die,
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| So I’m going home.
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| Home,
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| Home,
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| Home,
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| Home |