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Edgar Guest - Homesick
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It`s tough when you are homesick in a strange
      and distant place;
  It`s anguish when you`re hungry for an
      old-familiar face.
  And yearning for the good folks and the joys
      you used to know,
  When you`re miles away from friendship, is a
      bitter sort of woe.
  But it`s tougher, let me tell you, and a stiffer
      discipline
  To see them through the window, and to know
      you can`t go in.

  Oh, I never knew the meaning of that red sign
      on the door,
  Never really understood it, never thought of it
      before;
  But I`ll never see another since they`ve tacked
      one up on mine
  But I`ll think about the father that is barred
      from all that`s fine.
  And I`ll think about the mother who is prisoner
      in there
  So her little son or daughter shall not miss a
      mother`s care.
  And I`ll share a fellow feeling with the saddest
      of my kin,
  The dad beside the gateway of the home he
      can`t go in.

  Oh, we laugh and joke together and the mother
      tries to be
  Brave and sunny in her prison, and she thinks
      she`s fooling me;
  And I do my bravest smiling and I feign a
      merry air
  In the hope she won`t discover that I`m
      burdened down with care.
  But it`s only empty laughter, and there`s nothing
      in the grin
  When you`re talking through the window of the
      home you can`t go in.
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