A barren land whispers, "Come, oh come,"
A barren land whispers, "Come home."
Wandering winds now pave your way,
Yearning horizons beckon, arms display.
Seasons' fairs, a joyful quest,
Seeking you, a soul's behest.
See, the village joins in vibrant hue,
A barren land whispers, "Come, anew."
Come, oh come, beloved, home,
Come home, oh come, to roam.
Come, oh come, beloved, home.
Though pathways crude, their hearts are true,
Where your childhood gleams, a muddy dew.
Little ones in play remain,
Sour-sweet memories call again.
Sandy hills now sing a song,
Recalling echoes, all along.
A barren land whispers, "Come, anew."
Come, oh come, beloved, home,
Beloved, home, return.
See, a life so brief, a wanderer's child,
Soar and merge, though wild.
But a mother's love, will never cease,
Faint eyes look, seeking peace.
A bowed string, weeping low,
Your name alone, they know.
A barren land whispers, "Come, anew."
Come, oh come, beloved, home.
Wandering winds now pave your way,
Yearning horizons beckon, arms display.
Seasons' fairs, a joyful quest,
Seeking you, a soul's behest.
See, the village joins in vibrant hue,
A barren land whispers, "Come, anew."
Come, oh come, beloved, home.
A barren land whispers, "Come, oh come."
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