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The long, hard yers at sea, have taken their toll on me |
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For thirteen winters and a spring, |
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I have been so far away |
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So far, far away from the place |
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I call home |
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A place so beautiful, it's where |
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I want to die |
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Have you ever seen the rivers of |
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Nyfors? Or the majestic view at the mountains of |
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Brevik? Tyreso, you have left a mark in my heart |
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Home... I am coming home again |
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As I think of home, the memories burn inside of me |
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Does my son still remember me? |
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Does his mother recall how life used to be? |
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Will she ever recognize this grey and scarred old man? |
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Will I ever see her smile again? |
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Will she meet me at the shore when my ship comes in? |
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Mother Svea, you have left a mark in my heart |
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So I am coming home again |
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For home and kindred |
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I have sailed so far |
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For home and kindred |
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I am coming home again |