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Mother is churning butter by the old barn |
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Bees are buzzin' roundabout by the pond |
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Pies n the oven are baking by embers |
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I was a young boy afraid of the future |
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Take me back there |
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Take me to the days of old |
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When dreams were born in us |
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Take me back there |
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Take me to the warmth of home |
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The absence of sadness |
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Father is mending the fence by the back field |
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And oh, how I long for the old days |
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Of riding on old roads and being together |
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Sharing the stories of our hearts |
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Take me back there |
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Take me to the days of old |
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When dreams were born in us |
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Take me back there |
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Take me to the warmth of home |
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The absence of sadness |
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And it feels like old times |
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It feels like old times... |
