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Pennsylvania Home

by Matt Miskie

There's a full moon rising just above the trees
casting silver shadows across the house and lawn
there's a mocking bird singing
his song is on the breeze
its been too many days that i've been gone

Oh my Pennsylvania home
cool me in your mountain streams
forests tall and laurel greens
shelter me in your mansions wild
i'll take care of all you share
i'll love you like a child

A freight rolls through the valley you can hear him from afar
rumbling like a distant storm tumbling through the night
his headlamp from a distance
is a brilliant shooting star
rolling on to dawn's first golden light

Oh my Pennsylvania home....

There's my darling on the front porch
i rush to her embrace
the days apart are over now
if only for awhile
how i've missed those loving arms
and that pretty face
beaming with that old familiar smile

There's a full moon rising just above the trees
casting silver shadows across the house and lawn
there's a mocking bird singing
his song is on the breeze
its been too many days that i've been gone