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I dwell in the north in the green country, |
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Far I'm here, far I'm here |
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And I take to my rest at the end of day, |
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Whilst o'erhead pretty stars do play. |
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And then I dream along, |
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Then I make a song |
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About everything that I've known and felt, |
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And it makes my sadness melt |
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Then I wake up in the funny old kind of day, |
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The rain has gone away, |
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Watching the children sing and play |
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In the garden and the roadway. |
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Up comes a little one singing a song |
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About a friend she knows called Rosie. |
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Off to the greenwood you must go, |
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bring-a me one fine posie. |
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All of a sudden I'm light as air, I feel sad as a butterfly. |
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Oh, I dwell with my pride and my songs and things |
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Wearily, oh so wearily |
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And I dream of the girl with the sunshine eye |
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Sundaily, whatever she may be. |
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And then I dream along |
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Then I make a song |
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About everything that I've known and felt |
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And it makes my sadness melt. |
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Then I wake up in the funny old kind of day, |
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The rain has gone away |
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Watching the children sing and play |
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In the garden and the roadway |
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Up comes a little one singing a song |
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About a friend she knows called Rosie. |
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Off to the greenwood you must go, bring-a me one fine posie. |
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All of a sudden I'm light as air, I feel sad as a butterfly. |
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Oh, I dwell in the north in the green country, |
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Far I'm here, far I'm here |
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And I dream of the girl with the sunshine eye |
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Sundaily, whatever she may be. |
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And then I dream along, |
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And then I make a song |
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About everything that I've known and felt, |
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And it makes my sadness melt. |
