| In the shade of this old tree, in the summer of my dreams
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| By the tall grass, by the wild rose, where the trees dance and the wind blows
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| As the days go oh so slowly, as the sun shines oh so holy on the good and
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| gracious green
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| In the summer of my dreams
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| By the banks of this old stream, in the summer of my dreams
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| By the deep pool where the fish wait for the old fool with the wrong bait
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| There’s a field of purple clover, there’s a small cloud passing over,
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| and then the rain comes washing clean
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| In the summer of my dreams
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| See the raindrops, on the grass now, just like diamonds lying there
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| By the old road, where I pass now, there’s a twilight on the air
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| And as the sun sets down before me, I see my true love waiting for me,
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| standing by the back porch screen
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| In the summer of my dreams
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| In the shade of this old tree, in the summer of my dreams
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| By the tall grass, by the wild rose, where the trees dance as the beans grow
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| As the days go oh so slowly, as the sun shines oh so lowly, on the good and
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| gracious green
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| In the summer of my dreams
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| In the summer of my dreams! |