| I remember well,
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| It was long ago,
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| and its true there’s things these photographs don’t show.
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| When she took my hand,
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| dreaming as we ran,
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| we use the stars in the sky as our map.
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| Sing oo-oo-ooh if you’ll be mine.
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| Then oo-oo-ooh we will climb.
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| Cause we belong here with the Great Tetons.
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| Well we made our way,
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| up to the treeline,
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| when the could fell down and covered us in white.
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| And the world below,
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| was like a rolling sea.
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| So we watched from the tallest peak.
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| And we were singing:
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| Sing oo-oo-ooh if you’ll be mine.
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| Then oo-oo-ooh we will climb.
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| Cause we belong here with the Great Tetons.
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| Oo-oo-ooh if you’ll be mine.
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| Then oo-oo-ooh you and I,
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| We belong here with the Great Tetons.
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| Yes we belong here with the Great Tetons. |