A Distant Land To Roam

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I remember very well
On one dark and dreary day
Just as I was leaving home
For a distant land to roam

   Mother said (mother said)
   My dear boy (my dear boy)
   I hope to see you next year again
   Fare you well (fare you well)
   fare you well (fare you well)
   So I left my dear old home
   For a distant land to roam

Now I wandered far away
From my home I’ve gone astray
Now I’m coming coming home
Never more from thee to roam

And these words she said to me
As she took me by the hand
If on earth we meet no more
May we meet at God’s right hand