| You’re on the other side of the world tonight
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| But under the same cold stars
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| And tonight I’ll dream you right back home
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| To this little life of ours
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| We’ll walk hand in hand through fields of green
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| Just like we did last year
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| But it’s so hard to wake up every day
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| And watch as your dreams disappear
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| It’s quiet here, your little boy’s asleep
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| He looks more like you every day
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| Won’t you come back, come back my darlin'
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| Each night I pray on bended knee
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| Won’t you come back to the Green Mountains and me
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| I see a car winding up the driveway
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| Up to your parents' place
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| The old man looks up from his raking
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| As the color drains from your mama’s face
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| Cryin' softly by the window now
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| While your daddy shakes the soldiers hands
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| Their taillights disappear into the woods below
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| He’s frozen in the doorway where he stands
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| In the twilight, in the silent snow
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| I hear you singing in my ear
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| Won’t you come back. |
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| The seasons come and the seasons go
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| We live from day to day
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| And I lose a little bit of myself
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| With each tear I wipe away
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| People on the street used to stop and chat
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| Now they look down and walk on by
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| Won’t you come back. |
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