Going home by The Totton Linnet

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Farewell dear brothers
my sisters farewell
for my Lord is calling me
and I want to go
If tears are shed
and my own be salty
'tis farewell I bid thee
not goodbye you know
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He had first awakened me
under the apple tree
and set me as a seal
upon His loving heart
and now because His kindness
is sweeter than any eartly wine
He bids me rise to walk with Him
ne'er more to be apart
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In the early of the morning
I heard the blackbird's song
and in my heart a gentler voice
"arise My fair one, My love
the rain for you is over
the chill of winter past
come away dear child come away
to thy Father's home above.
 
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