| I left my home and the factory
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| To wander my way to the sea
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| In the wild country, I’m happy
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| I feel so much more alive and free
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| Rambling through the pleasant Hills of Tuscany
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| In the early spring sunshine
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| Rambling through the pleasant Hills of Tuscany
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| Little green grapes growing on the vine
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| There is a girl I do so love
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| I know she would laugh to know my mind
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| Her beauty fairer than the dove
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| A flower for her hair I always find
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| Rambling through the pleasant Hills of Tuscany
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| In the early spring sunshine
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| Rambling through the pleasant Hills of Tuscany
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| Little green grapes growing on the vine
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| My voice I raise and sing her praise
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| To the flowers and the birdies of the air
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| When to the clouds I set my gaze
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| I often see her smile up there
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| Rambling through the pleasant Hills of Tuscany
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| In the early spring sunshine
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| Rambling through the pleasant Hills of Tuscany
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| Little green grapes growing on the vine
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| Rambling through the pleasant Hills of Tuscany
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| In the early spring sunshine
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| Rambling through the pleasant Hills of Tuscany
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| Little green grapes growing on the vine |