| I left my old home to ramble this country
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| My mother and dad said, «Son don’t go wrong
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| Remember that God will always watch over you
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| And we will be waiting for you here at home»
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| «Son, don’t go astray», was what they both told me
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| «Remember that love for God can be found»
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| But now they’re both gone, this letter just told me
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| For years they’ve been dead, the fields have turned brown
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| For many long years I traveled in sorrow
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| No thoughts of the day when I would return
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| Now as I go home and find no one waiting
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| The price I have paid to live and to learn
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| «Son, don’t go astray», was what they both told me
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| «Remember that love for God can be found»
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| But now they’re both gone, this letter just told me
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| For years they’ve been dead, the fields have turned brown |