[1st verse:]
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When the robin returns to its nest
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After straying away from the rest
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There's a welcome that waits
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From its feathery mates
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A welcome that can't be expressed
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So it is with the boy who decided
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From his father and mother to roam
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Through his travels he may be misguided
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But when fin'lly the black sheep comes home
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[Refrain:]
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Ev'rything that he did is forgotten
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And they welcome him back to the fold
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He knows by their sad, wrinkled faces
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That the pain of his absence has told
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Once again, they all sit 'round the table
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As they did in the days of old
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And they'll weep tears of joy
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As they whisper "My Boy"
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When the black sheep returns to the fold
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[2nd verse:]
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When the smile of a fool starts to fade
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When he finds out the errors he made
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Then the old-fashioned truth
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That he heard in his youth
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Says, "Go home," but he is afraid
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As he stands on the threshold of sorrow
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With the doors of the world closed up tight
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He compares yesterday with tomorrow
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And decides that he'll go home that night
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When The Black Sheep Returns To The Fold
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| Irving Berlin |
