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Lyrics:
Traveling at night
The headlights were bright
And we'd been up many an hour
All through my brain
Came the refrain
Of home and its warming fire
Chorus:
And home sings me of sweet things
My life there has its own wings
Fly over the mountain
Though I'm standing still
The people I've seen
They come in between
The cities of tiring life
And 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)
Fly over the mountain
Though I'm standing still