| Oh, the stars, they did shine
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| The night you swore that you’d be mine
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| And you promised always to be true and to be kind
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| On that Shenandoah hill where our love bloomed until
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| I went away and left those promises behind
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| But when I rise from the timberline and call your name
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| Will you remember mine?
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| And the sweetest kiss will be the tie that binds
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| Like the wild, wild rose and the columbine
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| To that place, I will go where the wildwood flowers grow
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| With a ribbon in my hair and a gown of calico
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| To those Shenandoah hills, I’ll go back, I swear I will
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| To the sweetest kiss my lips will ever know
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| But when I rise from the timberline and call your name
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| Will you remember mine?
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| And the sweetest kiss will be the tie that binds
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| Like the wild, wild rose and the columbine
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| But when I rise from the timberline and call your name
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| Will you remember mine?
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| And the sweetest kiss will be the tie that binds
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| Like the wild, wild rose and the columbine
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| But when I rise from the timberline and call your name
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| Will you remember mine?
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| And the sweetest kiss will be the tie that binds
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| Like the wild, wild rose and the columbine |