In my father's arms
I found myself
He who had long travelled
And looking homeward no more
I who have no longing to meet him
Now think about the days of fun
And a dream makes us meet
Is he nostalgic?
Here where the dream reunite us
In the depths of affection
And I said, no I still have much to do
When the ray dawns
And the rising sun
Knocks on my door.
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