I’d like to see my native home The lofty trees, the golden sand The rugged hills all crowded ’round My mother’s voice how sweet would sound 
Sometimes I dream of home and friends My dreams are false my heart is rent And when I wake I’m all alone My dreams are false, my friends are gone 
I’d like to see my hearts delight Her beautiful face and eyes so bright And how she’d smile as I drew near I’d kiss her with a fallen tear 
It fills my heart with fondest love To listen to that lonesome dove He mourns as if his mate was gone As if like me, left all alone 
Nine or ten years have passed and gone And still I’m left here all alone I’d like to see my native home Among your hills I love to roam 
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