Mona                    Robert Wills 1971

It's Decem-burr, the days so short, they're hardly started, and then they're gone

I remember, I hopin' to get clear with you, before you travelled on

Soft, the silent snowflakes falling,

I can hear the puppies calling,

Mo-oh-oh-oh-na, Mo-oh-oh-oh-na, Mo-oh-oh-oh-na, Mo-oh-oh-oh-na,

Are you coming home?

Boomer comes a-callin', and he's asking me to tell him, where you might have gone

You know Boomer comes a-callin', and he's asking me how long, how long are you stayin' on?

Fang, and fur, and feelings flyin'

I can hear the whole house sighin'

Mo-oh-oh-oh-na, Mo-oh-oh-oh-na, Mo-oh-oh-oh-na, Mo-oh-oh-oh-na,

Are you coming home?

     It's so hard to explain it, but I think you understand

     It's so rare to design it perfect the first time, I'm on the last line,

Mo-oh-oh-oh-na, Mo-oh-oh-oh-na, Mo-oh-oh-oh-na, Mo-oh-oh-oh-na,

Are you coming home?

I look out the sunset window, but my own reflection is all that I can see

Look out the sunset window, but my lonely reflection is all that I can see

Faithful shadows giva na early warning

Coming soon; there's a new day dawning,

Mo-oh-oh-oh-na, Mo-oh-oh-oh-na, Mo-oh-oh-oh-na, Mo-oh-oh-oh-na,

Are you coming home?

Mo-oh-oh-oh-na, Mo-oh-oh-oh-na, Mo-oh-oh-oh-na, Mo-oh-oh-oh-na,

Are you coming home?

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