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When shadows fall

And the trees whisper, «Day is ending»

My thoughts are ever wending home

And when crickets call

My heart is forever yearning

Once more to be returning home

When the hills conceal the setting sun

And the stars begin a-peepin', one by one

Night covers all

And though fortune may forsake me

Sweet dreams will ever take me home

When the hills conceal the setting sun

Stars begin a-peeping, one by one, oh

Night covers all

And though fortune may forsake me

Sweet dreams will ever take me home