 | Ballads and Lyrics by Katharine Tynan |  |
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HOME SICKNESS.
Sometimes in the evening,
When the mountains are grey,
I muse on mine own country
That's far, far away.
O there are white palaces
By a jasper sea!
And I trow mine own country
Is the best land for me.
When the mountains are grey,
I muse on mine own country
That's far, far away.
O there are white palaces
By a jasper sea!
And I trow mine own country
Is the best land for me.
Green are the fields thereof,
Spangled with gold.
Glad goeth many an one,
Stricken of old.
Old friends and lovers,
Dead long ago.
Smiling and greeting,
Whiter than snow.
Spangled with gold.
Glad goeth many an one,
Stricken of old.
Old friends and lovers,
Dead long ago.
Smiling and greeting,
Whiter than snow.
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Yonder the sky's yellow,
And rosy and green,
With drift of angels' feathers
And gold harps between.
And I think if I might travel
Where the gates open wide,
I should see mine own country
Lie smiling inside.
And rosy and green,
With drift of angels' feathers
And gold harps between.
And I think if I might travel
Where the gates open wide,
I should see mine own country
Lie smiling inside.
Come ye, all my beloveds,
Rise up by cockcrow,
For our own country calls us,
And we have far to go!
And were any left in exile,
That bitter pain to dree,
Ah, even mine own country
Would be exile to me!
Rise up by cockcrow,
For our own country calls us,
And we have far to go!
And were any left in exile,
That bitter pain to dree,
Ah, even mine own country
Would be exile to me!
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