Far away over the sea
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There's a river that's calling to me
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That river she runs all around
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The place that I call my hometown
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There's a valley on the side of the hill
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And flowers on an old windowsill
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A familiar old picture it seems
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And I'll go there tonight in my dreams
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Where it's green in the summer
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And gold in the fall
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Her eyes are as blue
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As the sky I recall
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Far away over the sea
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There's a place at the table for me
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Where laughter and music abound
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Just waiting there in my hometown
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The river she freezes
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When there's snow on the ground
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And the children can slide
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To the far side of town
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Far away far away me
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Hung up on a sweet memory
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I'm lost and I wish I were found
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In the arms of my darlin' hometown
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With the evening sun sittin'
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On the top of the hill
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And the mockingbird answering
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The old chapel bell
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Far away over the sea
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My heart is longing to be
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And I wish I could lay myself down
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In the arms of my darlin' hometown
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My Darlin' Hometown
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| John Prine |
