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WHEN MY LOVE COMES HOME
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Excursions of the Heart I wish my love were here with me,
It's where he really ought to be.
He has gone so far away,
I just sit, wait, and pray.
He'll return to me, I know,
No longer will I be low.
I'll hold my head high and sing
Sigh a prayer as my heart takes wing.
I'll know my miseries will be gone
Things will be bright as golden dawn.
Please my love, hurry back
Nothing will my life then lack.
