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We have opened the door	A
Once twice thrice	B
We have swept the floor	A
We have boiled the rice	B
Come hither come hither	C
Come from the far lands	D
Come from the star lands	D
Come as before	A
We lived long together	C
We loved one another	C
Come back to our life	E
Come father come mother	C
Come sister and brother	C
Child husband and wife	E
For you we are sighing	F
Come take your old places	G
Come look in our faces	G
The dead on the dying	F
Come home	H
	-
We have opened the door	A
Once twice thrice	B
We have kindled the coals	I
And we boil the rice	B
For the feast of souls	I
Come hither come hither	C
Think not we fear you	J
Whose hearts are so near you	J
Come tenderly thought on	K
Come all unforgotten	K
Come from the shadow lands	D
From the dim meadow lands	D
Where the pale grasses bend	L
Low to our sighing	F
Come father come mother	C
Come sister and brother	C
Come husband and friend	L
The dead to the dying	F
Come home	H
	-
We have opened the door	A
You entered so oft	M
For the feast of souls	I
We have kindled the coals	I
And we boil the rice soft	N
Come you who are dearest	O
To us who are nearest	O
Come hither come hither	C
From out the wild weather	C
The storm clouds are flying	F
The peepul is sighing	F
Come in from the rain	K
Come father come mother	C
Come sister and brother	C
Come husband and lover	C
Beneath our roof cover	C
Look on us again	K
The dead on the dying	F
Come home	H
	-
We have opened the door	A
For the feast of souls	I
We have kindled the coals	I
We may kindle no more	A
Snake fever and famine	K
The curse of the Brahmin	K
The sun and the dew	J
They burn us they bite us	P
They waste us and smite us	P
Our days are but few	J
In strange lands far yonder	C
To wonder and wander	C
We hasten to you	J
List then to our sighing	F
While yet we are here	Q
Nor seeing nor hearing	F
We wait without fearing	F
To feel you draw near	R
O dead to the dying	F
Come home	H

John Greenleaf Whittier

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