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As a boy I met a girl, her name was Kayley;
I fell in love with that Irish girl, the words she said to me.
Going home, going home, going home to my Kayley.
In a country churchyard my lady said to me:
With this ring I declare the love I have for thee.
Going home, going home, going home to my Kayley.
Forty years I worked the land and fished upon the sea;
And when my day is over, she's waiting there for me.
Going home, going home, going home to my Kayley.
I see her in the garden with roses in her hand;
Horses on the hillside grazing on the land.
Going home, going home, going home to my Kayley.
I'll never forget the day she died, my heart it turned to stone;
She said before she passed away, I'll never be alone.
Going home, going home, going home to my Kayley.
Somewhere in a fairy tale my lady said to me:
One day I'll take your hand and lead you to the sea.
Going home, going home, going home to my Kayley.
Her hair is like the dandelion, her eyes are like the sea;
She is standing at the gates of heaven waiting there for me.
Going home, going home, going home to my Kayley.
Twenty years have fallen since my wife is passed away;
I lay here on my deathbed waiting for the day.
Going home, going home, going home to my Kayley.
Recorded by Irish Thorn with Terry Parsons, Tom Reese and Clayton Kennedy (Sea Tales, trk#4, 1995, self-produced, Mount Pearl, NL).
