—Buzz Busby & Leon Morris
In the cool and silent dawn, Lord I travel here alone
And the wind sends back an echo of my cry
For I've seen the quiet dead and I've heard the living moan
This world's no place to live in, but it's home
Chorus 1:
A song I seem to hear, it comes a winging to my ear
A hundred million voices soft and low
The dream, the hopes and fears of so many thousand years
This world's no place to live in, but it's home
Each new born baby's cry is the hope of men grown old
For to change this world in lighter, brighter ways
But alas they hope in vain for it all remains unchanged
This world's no place to live in, but it's home
Chorus 2:
For the time of death is long, and the grave lies icy cold
Man's last and long asleep when life is done
So I'll linger yet awhile, give out love, a song, and a smile
This world's no place to live in, but it's home
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