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Traveling at night, the headlights were bright And we抎 been up many an hour And all through my brain Came the refrain Of home and it抯 warming fire CHORUS And Home Sings me of sweet things My life there has it抯 own wings To fly over the mountains Though I'm standing still The people I've seen They come in between The cities of tiring life The trains come and go, But inside you know The struggle will soon be a fight CHORUS Traveling at night, The headlights were bright. But soon the sun came through the trees Around the next bend The flowers will send The sweet scene of home in the breeze CHORUS