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I was Dborn a refugee And I don't know if I'll ever see The old farmAhouse I've heard about But it's where I belDong, there is no doubt 'Cause my whole Gfamily is from that farm And we never Ddid nobody harm And if you're confAused by what you've heard Let me boil it Gdown to a single word I wanna go Dhome... A I wanna go Ghome
And I have Dheard my grandpa say That on the street most every day The neighbors' Akids would kick a ball With my Ddad when he was small We were GChristians, they were Jews But it was no big Ddeal, religious views So it was Astrange when at the point of a gun Across the Griver we had to run I wanna go Dhome... A I wanna go Ghome
DWe had dabkeh, we had songs And we all knew where we belonged We grew Acrops, life was good There in the Dland where Jesus stood Now we're Gscattered everywhere But there's no Dpeace anywhere I'm just Asearching for some kind of sign For some way Gback to Palestine I wanna go Dhome... A I wanna go Ghome D