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Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
Home, home again   I like to be here when I can   When I come home cold and tired   It's good to warm my bones beside the fire   Far away across the field   The tolling of the iron bell   Calls the faithful to their knees   To hear the softly spoken magic spells.