| I remember, I remember
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| The place where I was born
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| Where the morning glories twine
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| Around the door at early morn
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| I’ve forgotten, I’ve forgotten
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| How long I’ve been away
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| But I’d like to wander back again
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| Down the lane to yesterday
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| I want to wake up in the morning
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| Where the morning glories grow
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| Where the sun comes peeping in
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| Where I’m sleeping and the songbirds say, «Hello»
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| I long to wander in the wild wood
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| Where the rippling waters flow
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| And go drifting back to childhood
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| Where the morning glories grow
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| I remember, I remember
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| The schoolhouse on the hill
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| And I wonder if the tiny folks
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| Are climbing up there still
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| I can picture, I can picture
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| The dear old swimming pool
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| And the happy days that I spent there
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| When I should have been in school
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| I want to wake up in the morning
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| Where the morning glories grow
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| Where the sun comes peeping in
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| Where I’m sleeping and the songbirds say, «Hello»
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| I long to wander in the wild wood
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| Where the rippling waters flow
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| And go drifting back to childhood
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| Where the morning glories grow |