| This is my homeland, my heart is here
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| These are the voices I long to hear
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| No matter how far I may roam
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| I have a homeland, I have a home
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| I have a homeland, I have a home
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| When the sun goes down in the evening light
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| Who’s like a ghost through starry night
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| When Sirius twinkles do hypnotise
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| It’s good to sit and realise
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| This is my homeland, my heart is here
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| These are the voices I long to hear
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| No matter how far I may roam
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| I have a homeland, I have a home
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| I love her stories and the teller’s gift
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| I love the lonesome piper’s drift
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| No greener fields do I need to see
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| These simple things, they comfort me
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| This is my homeland, my heart is here
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| These are the voices I long to hear
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| No matter how far I may roam
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| I have a homeland, I have a home
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| If for some reason I had to quit
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| This river bench where I sit
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| I think I’d weep for an old refrain
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| And never doubt the pouring rain
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| This is my homeland, my heart is here
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| These are the voices I long to hear
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| No matter how far I may roam
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| I have a homeland, I have a home
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| This is my homeland, my heart is here
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| These are the voices I long to hear
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| No matter how far I may roam
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| I have a homeland, I have a home
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| This is my homeland, my heart is here
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| These are the voices I long to hear
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| No matter how far I may roam
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| I have a homeland, I have a home
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| I have a homeland, I have a home
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| I have a homeland, I have a home, home |