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She holds me, my Lady of the Valley |
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She holds even though I always roam |
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Still she holds me, my Lady of
the Valley |
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In the dying days of summer, my lady calls
me home |
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1. |
I was free like a petal on the water |
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I was free like a feather on the wind |
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I was free till I came to Walnut Valley |
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Where my lady touched my heart and gently
took me in |
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2. |
You can say I'm a dreamer and a drifter |
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You can say that my pathways are my own |
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You can say that I go which way the wind
blows |
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Before the leaves turn golden I find I'm
heading home |
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| bridge |
Sometimes I drift away out west |
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Leave the lady and the valley behind |
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But I smell wood smoke in the wind |
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And hear a lonesome sound that brings
her memory back to mind |
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chorus |
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coda |
In the dying days of summer, my lady calls
me home |
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She holds me |
