| She walks barefoot through the meadow early in the mornin'
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| Early in the mornin' ev’ry day
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| And she wakes up the sleepin' flowers early in the mornin'
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| Early in the mornin' on the way
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| And she lets her hair down when the sun comes up
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| Yes, she lets her hair down
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| And the morning glows bright with a newborn light
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| Yes, the morning glows bright
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| She goes walkin' past my window early in the mornin'
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| Early in the mornin' on the way
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| Some day I’ll reach out and touch her early in the mornin'
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| Early in the mornin' one fine day
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| And I’ll give her my love till the day I die
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| Yes, I’ll give her my love
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| And the morning glows bright with a newborn light
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| Yes, the morning glows bright
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| She walks barefoot through the meadow early in the mornin'
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| Early in the mornin' ev’ry day
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| And the morning glows bright with a newborn light
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| Yes, the morning glows bright
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| And I’ll give her my love till the day I die
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| Yes, I’ll give her my love
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| And she lets her hair down when the sun comes up
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| Yes, she lets her hair down
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| And she lets her hair down when the sun comes up
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| Yes, she lets her hair down |