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Oh the stars they did shine the night you swore that you'd be mine |
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And you promised always to be true and to be kind |
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On that Shenandoah |
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Hill where our love bloomed until |
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I went away and left those promises behind |
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But when I rise from the timberline and call your name will you remember mine |
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And the sweetest kiss will be the tie that binds |
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Like the wild wild rose and the columbine [ nandolin ] |
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To that place |
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I will go where the wildwood flowers grow |
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With a ribbon in my hair and a gown of calico |
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To those Shenadoah |
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Hills I'll go back |
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I swear I will |
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To the sweetest kiss my lips will ever know |
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And when I rise... |
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And when I rise... |
