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Back home again ( Text Dora Sigerson 1866-1918, M. Simone Papke & Thomas Lui Scholz)
1.
Twas the dream of a god,
And the mold of his hand,
That you trembled and broke
To the beautiful land.
2.
Here He loosed from his hold
A brown tumult of his wings,
Till the wind on the sea ,
Sounds like an island that sings.
Refrain:
Fare thee well, I think I`ll go home again.
Fare thee well, I think I`ll go back home again, back home again.
He made you all fair,
You in purple and gold,
You in silver and green,
Till no eye that has seen
I left you behind
In the path of the past,
With the white breath of flowers,
I have left you at last.
Refrain:
Fare thee well, I think I`ll go home again.
Fare thee well, I think I`ll go back home again, back home again.
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