| I wander out yonder o’er the hills
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| Where the mountains high
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| Seem to kiss the sky
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| Someone is out yonder, o’er the hills
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| Waiting patiently, Waiting just for me
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| Ramona, I hear the mission bells above
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| Ramona, they’re ringing out our song of love
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| I press you, caress you, and bless the day you taught me to care
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| To always remember the rambling rose you wear in your hair
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| Ramona, when day is done you’ll hear my call
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| Ramona, we’ll meet beside the water fall
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| I dread the dawn when I awake to find you gone
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| Ramona I need you my own
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| Let’s wander out yonder o’er the hills
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| By a babbling brook
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| Where we’ll find a nook
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| To build our own love nest, o’er the hills
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| Darling of my heart, Never more to part
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| Ramona, I hear the mission bells above
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| Ramona, they’re ringing out our song of love
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| I press you, caress you, and bless the day you taught me to care
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| To always remember the rambling rose you wear in your hair
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| Ramona, when day is done you’ll hear my call
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| Ramona, we’ll meet beside the water fall
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| I dread the dawn when I awake to find you gone
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| Ramona I need you my own |