when the wind bares the trees and them clouds are pushin east, come on inside, dry your clothes, warm your bones, get a glass and set yourself at ease.

when the dust in your room covers all that you do, get yourself outside, mornin train pull it away, hear the whistle play, and set yourself at ease.

there’s a house by the hill, how i long for it still, my home sweet home

home sweet home.

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