| That old April yearning
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| Once more is returning
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| And I have a longing to wander.
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| The leaves may be falling,
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| But April is calling
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| And the prim roses beckon me yonder.
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| For one more walk around the garden
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| One more stroll along the shore.
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| One more memory I can dream upon
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| Until I dream no more.
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| For one more time perhaps the dawn will wait
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| And one more prayer it’s not too late
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| To gather one more rose
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| Before I say goodbye and close the garden gate.
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| That old arc is saying
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| It’s time to go straying
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| When no one but April can find me.
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| To try and recover
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| The heart of a lover
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| That I left lying somewhere behind me.
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| Just one more walk along the garden
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| One more stroll along the shore.
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| One more memory I can dream upon
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| Until I dream no more.
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| For one more time perhaps the dawn will wait
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| And one more prayer it’s not too late
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| To gather one more rose
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| Before I say goodbye and close the garden gate.
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| One more rose before I close the garden gate. |