| Out in the cold world and far away from home
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| Some mother’s boy is wandering all alone
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| No one to guide him or keep his footsteps right
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| Some mother’s boy is homeless tonight
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| Oh, bring back to me, my wandering boy
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| For there is no other that’s left to give me joy
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| Tell him his mother with faded cheeks and hair
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| Is at the old home, awaiting him there
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| Out in the hallway there stands a vacant chair
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| Had an old pair of shoes he used to wear
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| Empty now the cradle, he used to love so well
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| Oh, how I love him, no tongue can tell
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| Oh, bring back to me, my wandering boy
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| For there is no other that’s left to give me joy
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| Tell him his mother with faded cheeks and hair
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| Is at the old home, awaiting him there
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| Well, I remember the parting words he said
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| «We'll meet again where tears are never shed
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| No separation
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| When life is over, I’ll meet you up there
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| Oh, bring back to me, my wandering boy
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| For there is no other that’s left to give me joy
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| Tell him his mother with faded cheeks and hair
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| Is at the old home, awaiting him there |