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words and music by Arlo Guthrie |
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Like the tree that grows so tall |
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Leaves turn gold and then they fall |
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They've gone down, but now they've grown |
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They're going home |
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Mountain streams may run and flow |
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Clean the sands on which they go |
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Stretching down like it had known |
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It's going home |
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Sunrise early in the dawn |
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Slips away, and then it's gone |
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Leaves the night to carry on |
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While it's going home |
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Once a man he lived and died |
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What he said death could not hide |
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Even though it's often tried |
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But he was going home |
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Now my friends it's time to go |
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And this love will live to grow |
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And I want you all to know |
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I'm going home |
