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As the flow'rs bloom in the garden,
Think of me on my travels.
Then look to the west and know,
'Tis I who'll be thinking of you.
Home, home, I will come home.
After these long seasons of wand'ring.
Home, home, no more to roam.
To rest by a roaring fire.
Watch for me entering the path,
Keep the door open as always,
You will see me o'er the hill,
Returning to you once again.
Whatever the season, whatever the day,
I will wander back to this place.
Home, home, I will come home,
After these long seasons of wand'ring,
Home, home, no more to roam,
To rest with the ones I love best.
