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Four country roads, winding to a town in County Galway |
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Four country roads, leading to the friends I left behind |
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Four dusty roads, winding to the town of Glenamaddy |
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Four dusty roads, forever in the caverns of my mind |
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Once in a while |
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I hear the sound of music in the winter night |
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I see now and then |
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The trees where we sheltered from the rain |
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And once in a while |
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I see us walking home in the morning light |
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And oft are the times |
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I long to see my home town once again |
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Four roads to Glenamaddy |
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Four roads that drift apart |
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Four roads to Glenamaddy |
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Are the four dusty byways to my heart |
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One country road |
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Led me to the schoolhouse by the meadow |
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And one country road |
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To the churchyard where my Mum and Daddy lie |
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One dusty road |
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Where I strolled with a loved one in the shadows |
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And one dusty road |
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That led me on my journey far away |
