1. Where the mocking bird sang sweetly Many years ago, Where the sweet magnolia blossoms Grew as white as snow, There I never thought that sorrow, Grief nor pain would come, Eer to crush the joys and pleasures Of my sunny home.
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Oh! Im weeping, Lonely I must roam. Must I leave thee, Dear old sunny home?
2. Flowers withered, roses drooping, Round the cottage door, And the birds that sang so sweetly, Sing, alas, no more. Evry thing comes changd in Nature, Since I crossd the foam, To my return, my poor heart breaking, To my sunny home.
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3. Other forms and stranger faces, All that I can see, Brings to memry thoughts of loved ones Who were dear to me. But my poor heart sinks within me When I turn to roam, Far from all I lovd and cherishd, Good bye, sunny home.