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Out in the cold world and far away from home |
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Somebody's boy is wandering alone |
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No one to guide him and keep his footsteps right |
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Somebody's boy is homeless tonight |
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Out in the hallway there stands a vacant chair |
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Yonder's the shoes my darling used to wear |
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Empty the cradle, the one that's loved so well |
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How I miss him, there's non can tell |
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Bring back my boy, my wandering boy |
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Far, far away, wherever he may be |
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Tell him his mother, with faded cheeks and hair |
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At their old home is waiting him there |
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Oh, could I see him and fold him to my breast |
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Gladly I'd close my eyes and be at rest |
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There is no other that's left to give me joy |
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Bring back my boy, my wandering boy |
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Well I remember the parting words he said |
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We'll meet again where no sad tears are shed |
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There'll be no goodbyes in that bright land so fair |
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When, done with life, I'll meet you up there |
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Bring back my boy, my wandering boy |
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Far, far away, wherever he may be |
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Tell him his mother, with faded cheeks and hair |
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At their old home is waiting him there |
