SO FAR AWAY FROM MY HOME SWEET HOME. DAY BY DAY, FROM LAND TO LAND I ROAM. THOUGH TOLD BY THE WIND WHICH WAY TO GO. OH HOW I LONG FOR MY HOME, SWEET HOME
Boade ruokror alor go don dovtat ruski Boade ruokror alor go don dovtat vaivui du ruokru vuouda du alor du ruokru vuorda du alor
FRAGRANT BROSSOMS, BLOAMING FAR AWAY. DO MY FOLKS SEE THEM AS I DID RONG AGO? ARE THEY STILL JOYFUL, ARE THEY YOUNG AT HEART? WILL I SEE THEM AGAIN AS I DID THAT DAY…
Bearas, ushbat, ruokru muirur dat eai goassige vajaldanrc du
HOW FAR I'VE COME FROM MY CHILDFOOD HOME… THERE WILL COME A TIME WHEN MY TROUBLES ARE GONE. AND WHEN I SHALL NOT BE ALL ALONE. 'TILL THEN, I DREAM OF MY HOME, SWEET HOME.
Heahcci, Lacit, albmi eana dot buat vurdet du dot buat vurdet du