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Where the mountains rise in splendour, / And the shadows darkly fall, / And the torrent rushes o'er the silent glen, / Where the coyote's bark is wailing / With its never-ending call, / How I miss my home among the lonely men.
Left it all because they called me, / Left it all a year ago.