| Out in the cold world and far away from home
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| Somebody’s boy is wandering alone
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| No one to guide him and keep his footsteps right
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| Somebody’s boy is homeless tonight
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| Out in the hallway there stands a vacant chair
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| Yonder’s the shoes my darling used to wear
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| Empty the cradle, the one that’s loved so well
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| How I miss him there’s no tongue can tell
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| Bring back my boy, my wandering boy
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| Far, far away, wherever he may be
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| Tell him his mother with faded cheeks and hair
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| At their old home is waiting him there
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| Oh, could I see him and fold him to my breast
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| Gladly I’d close my eyes and be at rest
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| There is no other that’s left to give me joy
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| Bring back my boy, my wandering boy
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| Well, I remember the parting words he said
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| We’ll meet again where no sad tears are shed
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| There’ll be no goodbyes in that bright land so fair
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| When done with life, I’ll meet you up there |