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Georgia Georgia
The whole world through Just an old sweet song keeps Georgia on my mind Georgia on my mind Georgia, ah Georgia A song of you Comes a sweet and clear as moonlight through the pines Other arms reach out to me Other eyes smile oh so tenderly Still in peaceful dreams I see the road leads back to you Georgia, ah Georgia No peace I find Just an old sweet song keeps Georgia on my mind Georgia, ah Georgia No peace I find Just a old sweet song keeps Georgia on my mind Georgia on my mind |
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Well, green eyes with their soft lights
Your eyes that promise sweet nights Bring to my soul a-longing A thirst for love divine In dreams I seem to hold you To find you and enfold you Our lips meet and our hearts, too With a thrill so sublime Those cool and limpid Green Eyes A pool wherein my love lies So deep that in my searching For happiness I fear That they will ever haunt me All through my life they'll taunt me But will they ever want me? Green Eyes, make my dream come true Soft lights Your eyes that promise sweet nights Bring to my soul a-longing A thirst for love divine In dreams I seem to hold you To find you and enfold you Our lips meet and our hearts, too With a thrill so sublime Those cool and limpid green eyes A pool wherein our love lies So deep that in my searching For happiness I fear That they will ever haunt me All through my life, they'll taunt me But will they ever want me? Green eyes, I love you |
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Far away places, with strange soundin' names,
far away over the sea . . . Those far away places, with the strange soundin' names, are callin', callin' me . . . Goin' to China or maybe Siam, I wanna see for myself . . . Those far away places, I've been readin' about, in a book that I took from a shelf . . . I start gettin' restless whenever I hear the whistle of a train . . . I pray for the day I can get under way and look for those castles in Spain! They call me a dreamer, well maybe I am, But I know that I'm burnin' to see Those far away places, with the strange soundin' names, Callin' . . . callin' . . . me . . . |
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