| For many years I’ve been a rolling stone, my darling
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| Like a gypsy I have roamed from place to place
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| Fortune never came for me, Lord, how happy I would be
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| Just to look again upon your smiling face
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| If I should wander back tonight would you be waiting?
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| Would your eyes be filled with love’s own tender light?
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| Would your arms be empty, dear, would you thrill to find me here?
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| Would you love me if I wandered back tonight?
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| When budding flowers lend their fragrance to the springtime
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| I recall the roses twining 'round your door
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| Fancy then I homeward stay as I seem to hear you say
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| That you love me as you did in days of yore
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| If I should wander back tonight would you be waiting?
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| Would your eyes be filled with love’s own tender light?
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| Would your arms be empty, dear, would you thrill to find me here?
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| Would you love me if I wandered back tonight?
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| Last night I dreamed that you and I were back together
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| And I held your hand so gently in my own
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| I heard you say we’d never part as I pressed you to my heart
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| And I woke up again to find myself alone
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| If I should wander back tonight would you be waiting?
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| Would your eyes be filled with love’s own tender light?
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| Would your arms be empty, dear, would you thrill to find me here?
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| Would you love me if I wandered back tonight?
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| If I should wander back tonight would you be waiting?
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| Would your eyes be filled with love’s own tender light?
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| Would your arms be empty, dear, would you thrill to find me near?
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| Would you love me if I wandered back tonight?
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| Oh, would you love me if I wandered back tonight? |