| Now the Autumn leaves are falling
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| And the tourists have all gone
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| And the children, they have all gone back to school
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| My life is as it was before
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| I work eight hours a day
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| And the company’s still making all the rules
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| And there’s a girl in Massachusetts
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| South of Boston town she says
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| And her lovely face is with me all the day
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| I met her down in old Tralee
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| Golden hair upon her head
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| And I won her heart
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| But she stole mine away
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| Goodbye my Boston beauty
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| Farewell my Boston rose
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| I’ll wait for you
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| I’ll think of you
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| No threat to you, I’ll pose
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| Goodbye my Boston beauty
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| Farewell my Boston rose
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| I wish that you were here
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| But I know that’s the way life goes
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| There’s a song we sang all Summer
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| In the bars of Dublin town
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| I can hear it on the factory radio
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| And the feelings I remember
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| When I hear that simple tune
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| Make me wonder if it really happened so…
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| For we laughed and loved together
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| Until the Summer days were gone
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| And she had to fly across the ocean wide
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| So goodbye my Boston varsity
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| Until we meet again
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| And I’ll keep a fire burning deep inside |
| Goodbye my Boston beauty
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| Farewell my Boston rose
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| I’ll wait for you
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| I’ll think of you
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| No threat to you, I’ll pose
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| Goodbye my Boston beauty
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| Farewell my Boston rose
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| I wish that you were here
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| But I know that’s the way life goes
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| Some nights when I’m drinking
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| And my friends are gathered 'round
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| And just for fun someone brings up you name
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| Well I laugh there with the rest of them
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| But I can’t hear a sound
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| I love you, but to them it’s all the same
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| At nights when I’m alone, my love
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| You come into my mind
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| And visions flash upon that inward eye
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| And I watch the moon, there, up above
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| And I leave the Earth behind
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| And I call to you as I go sailing by
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| So goodbye my Boston beauty
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| Farewell my Boston rose
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| I’ll wait for you
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| I’ll think of you
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| No threat to you, I’ll pose
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| Goodbye my Boston beauty
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| Farewell my Boston rose
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| I wish that you were here
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| But I know that’s the way life goes
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| I wish that you were here…
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| So farewell my Boston rose… |