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 But here in my empty nest I cannot stay;
         Thus cried the swallow,
I go from the falling snow, oh, follow me—oh, follow.

One night my mate came home with a broken wing,
 So he died; and my brood went long ago;
And I am alone, and I have no heart to sing,
 With no one to hear my song, and I must go;
         Thus cried the swallow,
Away from dust and decay, oh, follow me—oh, follow.

But I think I will never find so warm and safe a nest.
 As my home, in the pleasant days gone by, gone by,
I think I shall never fold my wings in such happy rest,
 Never again—oh, never again till I die;
         Thus cried the swallow,
But I go from the falling snow, oh, follow me—oh, follow.