Home, home again
I like to be here, when I can
When I come home
Cold and tired
It's good to warm
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.
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
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