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High on a hilltop, I search the land below |
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Looking for that love of mine left 20 long years ago |
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Her love I took in vain, her love I did not earn |
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Love is something that you might find, but pain is what you learn |
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On a hilltop looking for my love below |
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I blew my whistle loud, I blew my whistle clear, |
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Picked up a fiddle, sawed off a tune, looking for my dear |
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I searched this whole world over, through the country and through the town |
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I'll keep on looking for that little girl 'til I'm in the lonesome ground |
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On a hilltop looking for my love below. |
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For years my heart did ramble, like a rounder without a home, |
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Put down my ancient tired eyes, rest upon my bones |
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But now the girl is gone, wherever she may be |
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I hope sometime she sees the stars and maybe thinks of me |
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Sees the stars and maybe thinks of me |
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But now the girl is gone, wherever she may be |
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I hope sometime she sees the stars and maybe thinks of me |
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Sees the stars and maybe thinks of me |
