Misc Originals – David Daithi Mccutcheon - The Old Homestead (Guitar)

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When my mind's eye of reflection take's me back'

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To once upon a time - long ago

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Back to those' halycon day's' of my life'

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To a Homestead i loved so

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Where i can hear the whistle of the steam train'

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The rumble of the wheel's on the track's

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Go rest my elbow's on a five bar gate

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Listen to that clickety - clickety - clickety - clack

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Roaming purple hills in the early morning mist

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in those beautiful Sperrin' Land's

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Where' all my yesterday's' back in the day'

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were peaceful safe and grand

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Where i can hear the whistle of the steam train'

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The rumble of the wheel's on the track's

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Go rest my elbow's on a five bar gate

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Listen to that clickety - clickety - clickety - clack

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Frosty window's hide the morning mist'

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When the first light of dawn aint dark

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Soft Irish rain surfing the breeze

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In a place very close to my heart

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Where i can hear the whistle of the steam train'

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The rumble of the wheel's on the track's

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Go rest my elbow's on a five bar gate

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Listen to that clickety - clickety - clickety - clack

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Fishing for the trout down lover's leap

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Past the old bridge by the mill

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Where the fairy waters flow so dark and deep

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Life seemed' peaceful and still

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Where i can hear the whistle of the steam train'

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The rumble of the wheel's on the track's

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Go rest my elbow's on a five bar gate

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Listen to that clickety - clickety - clickety - clack

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When' all my yesterday's' back there in the day'

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Seemed peaceful safe and grand

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I would go and Roam those purple clad hills' in the

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beautiful Sperrin' Land's

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And I would listen for the whistle of the steam train'

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The rhythm of the wheel's on the track's

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Rest my elbow's on a rusty five bar gate

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And Listen to that clickety - clickety - clickety - clack