 | Some Simple Songs and A Few More Ambitious
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I YEARN TO LEAVE THE FIELD.
In the evening, when the sun is low,
Weary and worn I feel,
I yearn to hear the bugle blow,
I yearn to leave the field.
Weary and worn I feel,
I yearn to hear the bugle blow,
I yearn to leave the field.
And when the blessed bugle's sound
Comes floating to my ear,
I leave the plow where e'er I'm found;
My mule comes from the gear.
Comes floating to my ear,
I leave the plow where e'er I'm found;
My mule comes from the gear.
I've heard the band, the flute and lyre;
None so my soul can stir
As does that blessed horn I hear
Calling me home to her.
None so my soul can stir
As does that blessed horn I hear
Calling me home to her.
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It's more than home that music brings
Which makes it dear to me;
It calls me to my banjo strings
And Inez to my knee.
Which makes it dear to me;
It calls me to my banjo strings
And Inez to my knee.
And when I near my home I see—
Let it be soon or late—
My Inez coming out to me,
She meets me at the gate.
Let it be soon or late—
My Inez coming out to me,
She meets me at the gate.
Some times she meets me down the path,
We stroll home arm in arm.
My meals she'd place near the hearth;
She always kept them warm.
We stroll home arm in arm.
My meals she'd place near the hearth;
She always kept them warm.
Not now, as once that dear old home;
Inez will come no more,
'Till that great time when I shall roam
Towards the other shore.
Inez will come no more,
'Till that great time when I shall roam
Towards the other shore.
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And when my earthly task is done,
The sun sinks in the west,
I'll hear the sound, go plodding home,
By Inez side to rest.
The sun sinks in the west,
I'll hear the sound, go plodding home,
By Inez side to rest.
Nearing my home; oh! to behold,
The pearly gates I'll see,
And Inez, as in days of old,
Standing to welcome me.
The pearly gates I'll see,
And Inez, as in days of old,
Standing to welcome me.
For me the gate I see ajar;
Shining is Inez's face.
The distance—ah! it seems so far—
My arms ache to embrace.
Shining is Inez's face.
The distance—ah! it seems so far—
My arms ache to embrace.
| Some Simple Songs and A Few More Ambitious
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