I will be home before the snowflakes fall
When Winter winds begin blowing so strong
Before the geese go south and bluebuirds call;
Is your embrace still warm as I recall
For it is there where I truly belong
I will be home before the snowflakes fall,
For angels see this trip will not forestall,
Before the robins end their Summer's song
Before the geese go south and bluebirds call;
The trees we cared must have by now grown tall,
As I have gone away from you too long,
I will be home before the snowflakes fall,
To make my joys again all reinstall,
And that will be, if things do not go wrong,
Before the geese go south and bluebirds call;
Upon our photograph framed on the wall,
Encrypted is a pledge I wrote along:
I will be home before the snowflakes fall,
Before the geese go south and bluebirds call.
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