Few Days

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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.



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