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I can't stay in these diggings long,
Few days, few days,
I can't stay in these diggings long,
And I am going home.
I'll peg my ship on this campground,
Few days, few days,
To give my demons one more round,
And I am going home.
From sun to sun, I'm made to tread,
Few days, few days,
The open sky my only bed,
And I am going home.
How little did my mother dream,
Few days, few days,
That I would sail on time's long stream,
And I am going home.
The world I knew is ages gone,
Few days, few days,
And I must keep on keeping on,
And I am going home.
I can't stay in these diggings long,
Few days, few days,
I can't stay in these diggings long,
And I am going home.
All others to their loves may cling,
Few days, few days,
But I must wander, learn, and sing,
And I am going home.
There is no world can hold me long,
Few days, few days,
Till every world has heard my song,
And I am going home.
The gods who made those stars my track,
Few days, few days,
Have laid their burden on my back,
And I am going home.
Of all the worlds and times I know,
Few days, few days,
I'll sing the truth before I go,
And I am going home.
My sky is bound by spinning stars,
Few days, few days,
The cruelest prison has no bars,
And I am going home.
Copyright Leslie Fish, Random Factors
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