.The wind blows chilly, my bag is empty
The road runs narrow and it's full of holes
I've seen fine cities, and fields of plenty
But none so lovely as the ones at home
And home is far, far across the ocean
My house is nothing more, now, than a song
Oh, come kind brothers, .
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