I h ear the mountain birds
The so und of rivers si nging
A s ong I've often heard
It fl ows th rough m e now
So cl ear and so loud
I st and w here I am
And fo rever
I'm dr eami ng of h ome
I fe el s o al one
I'm dr eami ng... of h ome.
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It's ca rried in the air
The br eeze of early mo rning
I see the land so fair
My he art opens wide
There's s adne ss ins ide
I sta nd w here I am
And f orever
I'm dr eami ng of ho me
I f eel so a lone
I'm dr eami ng... of ho me
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This is no foreign sky
I s ee no foreign l ight
But far away a m I
From so me p eaceful land
I'm lo ngin g to s tand
A h and in my hand
F orever
I'm dr eami ng of h ome
I f eel so a lone
I'm dr eami ng... of h ome