| On an ocean of dreams I have wandered it seems
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| Just wanderin' wanderin' on
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| Since I found the note sweetheart that you wrote
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| Just saying that you had really gone
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| Will the pretty bird sing will the roses in the spring
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| Still blossom when they find you have gone
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| Will the old pals be true or will they all leave me too
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| Just wanderin' wanderin' on
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| Will the little brook still play as it winds along its way
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| Will the stars keep on shinin' tough you’ve gone
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| Will they find their way to you will they tell you that I’m blue
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| Or will they too leave me wanderin' on
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| Will the pretty bird sing…
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| Though you’ve left me and gone I’ll keep wanderin' on
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| Wanderin' down life’s way
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| And beneath the lovely blue I may wander back to you
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| And my dreams will all come true someday
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| Then the pretty birds will sing how the happiness they’ll bring
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| And the roses too will bloom sweet and fair
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| And a little star on high will shine for you and I
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| If you promise my darlin' you’ll be there |