| On my way home Coming from my farm Ev'ry thing was still A cold breeze blew Birds were shirping From end to end The tree and the palm became sad |
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| They refuse to echoe The voice of the shirping birds The river cease to flow My house was silent My people have cried And lost their sight I saw him lifelessly lay on a wooden bed When was he lain on lay-ette Now is gone My lass is gone The clowny man has gone The whole world was sad For you left with no goodbye. |
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