| Looking back on the days so sweet
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| With you in my arms in the oak grove trees
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| Well I know, yes I know the times will come
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| With the winds blowin and the rain coming down
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| I’m passing through another lonely town
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| Well I know, yes I know the times will come
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| Home, Home, Home
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| Oh the times will come
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| From the tallest peaks I’m calling out your name
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| I’ve seen your face in the sun today
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| Well I know, yes I know the times will come
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| With my body tired and the soul gone week
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| I’m pushing on for the truth I seek
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| Well I know, yes I know the times will come
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| Home, home, home
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| Oh the times will come
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| Here I long for that warm home space
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| Where the child rests his palm upon my face
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| Well I know, yes I know the times will come
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| Holding a photo to the candle flame
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| Knowing these times they will come again
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| Well I know, yes I know the times will come
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| Home, home, home
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| Oh the times will come |