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When I'm alone I often think of an old house on the hill |
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Of a big yard hedged in roses where we ran and played at will |
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And when the night time brought us home hushing our merry din |
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Mother would look around and ask are all the children in |
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Well it's been many a year now and the old house on the hill |
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No longer has my mother's care and the yard is still so still |
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But if I listen I can hear it all no matter how long it's been |
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I seem to hear my mother ask are all the children in |
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And I wonder when the curtain falls on that last earthly day |
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When we say goodbye to all of this to our pain and work and play |
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When we step across the river where mother so long has been |
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Will we hear ask her a final time are all the children in |
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I come |
