Well it's written in the wind
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For the story to begin
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I will go back to my kin across the sea
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And the bird that's on the wing and is flying free
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He can hear the song of home endlessly
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Well the further I must go
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Then the nearer I must stay
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Men have sailed the seven seas to be free
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And like that bird that's on the wing and is flying free
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He can hear the song of home endlessly
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I can see the harbour lights
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Hear the foghorns in the night
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All up and down the lough, calling
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From the rocky shores of Maine
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I will sail back home again
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Back to where my heart longs to be
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And the bird that's on the wing and is flying free
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He can hear the song of home endlessly
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I can see the harbour lights
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Hear the foghorns in the night
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Moving up and down the lough, calling, calling
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From the rocky shores of Spain
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I will sail back home again
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Back to where my heart will always be
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And like a bird that's on the wing and is flying free
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He can hear the song of home endlessly
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He can hear the song of home endlessly
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He can hear the song of home endlessly
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Song Of Home
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| Van Morrison |
