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Out in the cold world and far away from home |
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Some mother's boy is wandering all alone |
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No one to guide him or keep his footsteps right |
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Some mother's boy is homeless tonight |
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Oh, bring back to me, my wandering boy |
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For there is no other that's left to give me joy |
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Tell him his mother with faded cheeks and hair |
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Is at the old home, awaiting him there |
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Out in the hallway there stands a vacant chair |
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Had an old pair of shoes he used to wear |
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Empty now the cradle, he used to love so well |
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Oh, how I love him, no tongue can tell |
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Oh, bring back to me, my wandering boy |
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For there is no other that's left to give me joy |
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Tell him his mother with faded cheeks and hair |
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Is at the old home, awaiting him there |
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Well, I remember the parting words he said |
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"We'll meet again where tears are never shed |
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No separation [Incomprehensible] |
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When life is over, I'll meet you up there |
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Oh, bring back to me, my wandering boy |
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For there is no other that's left to give me joy |
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Tell him his mother with faded cheeks and hair |
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Is at the old home, awaiting him there |