| There were tears in the crowded congregation,
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| There were hearts that have loved but all in vain,
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| T’was goodbye to the sweetheart of the nation,
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| At the wedding of Lili Marlene.
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| Men who’d marched where the desert sands were burning,
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| From Tobruc down the road to Alamein.
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| In their hearts were tender memories were returning,
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| At the wedding of Lili Marlene.
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| As she knelt where the candle lights were gleaming,
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| It seemed the choir sang soft and low,
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| Farewell, my angel of the lamplight,
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| We’ll always love you so.
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| Down the aisle came the bride in all her glory,
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| To the strains of her own sweet love refrain,
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| T’was the end of a very lovely story,
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| At the wedding of Lili Marlene.
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| Farewell, my angel of the lamplight,
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| We’ll always love you so.
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| Down the aisle came the bride in all her glory,
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| To the strains of her own sweet love refrain,
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| T’was the end of a very lovely story,
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| At the wedding of Lili Marlene. |