A long way home,
to the place I’ve always known
where the merchants in the market
are shouting to passerby.
A long way home,
to the house I’ve always known
where the pie in the oven
bakes to a delicious crust.
A long way home,
to the land I’ve always known
where the cows and their calf
roam the great grassy lands.
A long way home,
to the place I’ve always known
where the skies in the night
show the twinklin’ stars.
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