The house of bricks and cement
the house of that I cherish
the house of table and things
the house that I was accepted
The house of mulberries and cash nuts
the house I looked up on!
But , Alas ! the house is no more
the same any more
but in my heart of hearts I surly desire
the joy I once hand
Shall come to me
So I lay waiting , to come to me
Yes , to come to me again ,
till I return to the dust I come
Will it be soon
or will it take its time
to come to me
Yes to come to be again
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