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Go slowly now, sands of time Still have some verses to pour This wonder of life has led me home Like a poet of Scotland once scribed Home is the sailor Home from the sea And the hunter home from the hill Go slowly now, sands of time Still have a memory to make Dancing to Auld Lang Syne Thinking of the heather of home Home is the sailor Home from the sea And the hunter home from the hill From Letras Mania