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High in the sky, |
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Through the clouds and rain, |
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Every familiar field, |
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Seems like an old friend, |
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When every hand that you shake, |
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Is like a warm embrace, |
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Could only be one sweet place, |
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Home and the Heartland. |
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Sing out your songs, |
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And ring out your stories and rhymes, |
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Weave from your dreams, |
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The mystical dances that lead us to |
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Bind in heart and mind. |
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As we circle the world, |
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With our wandering airs, |
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Gathering here and there, |
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Leaving behind our share, |
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Like the leaves in the wind, |
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They are blown along, |
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Melodies rising from, |
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Home and the Heartland. |
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Sing out your songs, |
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And ring out your stories and rhymes, |
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Weave from your dreams, |
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The mystical dances that lead us to |
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Bind in heart and mind. |
