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Peter van Steeden, Geoffrey Clarkson, Harry Clarkson
When shadows fall
And the trees whisper, "Day is ending"
My thoughts are ever wending home
And when crickets call
My heart is forever yearning
Once more to be returning home
When the hills conceal the setting sun
And the stars begin a-peepin', one by one
Night covers all
And though fortune may forsake me
Sweet dreams will ever take me home
When the hills conceal the setting sun
Stars begin a-peeping, one by one, oh
Night covers all
And though fortune may forsake me
Sweet dreams will ever take me home