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Looking out at my window pane Tears lingering with the rain I'm so lonesome, I could cry Just like old hank Staring down on the city street Feeling empty and incomplete There's a place I need to be To feel my day A place I can go Where I can be free Where I can be happy and Just be me Home, where the long wind's blowin' And the river's is flowing Run along, like a lazy bum in The midnight summer night Run along, fishing with a friend And a fishing hope Rocking, lay down my heavy load Know that I am always welcomed home I left home, I was 17 I had a lot of ambitious dreams Seen a lot of those dreams come true I had good luck I ain't complaining, that's for sure I got a lot to be thankful of One of those things is a magic door That opens up Back to the time when I was a kid With the sounds of a cricket and Home, where the long wind's blowin' And the river's is flowing Run along, like a lazy bum in The midnight summer night Run along, fishing with a friend And a fishing hope Rocking, lay down my heavy load Know that I am always welcomed home