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I left my home just a young man of eighteen years, a boy,
I stood and shook my father's hand, then dried my mother's eyes;
And ventured to a great big world, a world of much unknown,
And I left my friends and family in the town that I call home.
My mother cried by father's side the day I moved away,
Saying, son, you know we love you and we sure wish you could stay;
But work these days is hard to find, so we know you must move on,
So do well on your journey, son, we'll miss you while you're gone.
My father in the doorway was the last thing I did see,
As I drove away from that tiny town that meant so much to me;
And the sun came up and cast its rays on the ocean's salty foam,
And a summer breeze 'cross the narrows blew in the town that I call home.
Where the ocean waves crash every day on the worn and rugged stones,
And the wildflowers grow on the meadows of the town that I call home.
Though many miles are between us now, me and my little home,
I often sit in silent thought and in memories I will go,
Back to that tiny house upon the hill where I was raised,
I played there with my little friends back in my younger days.
Those childhood days are past me now, and I have myself a son,
I'll tell him of the place I lived and where his family is from;
And someday when he's old enough, with me my boy will go,
And see the waves crash on the rocks in the town that I call home.
Where the ocean waves crash every day on the worn and rugged stones,
And the wildflowers grow on the meadows of the town that I call home.
Yes, the wildflowers grow on the meadows of the town that I call home.