| I remember
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| The place where I was born
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| Where the morning glories twine around
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| My door at early morn
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| I’d forgotten
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| How long I’ve been away
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| But I’d like to wonder back again
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| Down the lane to yesterday
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| I want to wake up
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| In the morning
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| Where the morning glories grow
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| Where the sun comes heaping 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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| I remember
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| The schoolhouse on the hill
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| And I wonder if the kids are
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| Climbing up there still
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| I can picture
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| That dear old swimming pool
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| And the afternoons that I spent there
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| When I should have been at school
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| I want to wake up
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| In the morning
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| Where the morning glories grow
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| Where the sun comes heaping in
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| Where I’m sleeping and the songbird say hello
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| I long to wonder in the wild wood
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| Where those rippling waters grow
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| And go drifting back to childhood where
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| Where the morning glories grow
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| Where the morning glories grow
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| Where I’m sleeping and the songbird say hello
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| Where the morning glories grow
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| I long to wonder in the wild wood |