| So Long Ago |
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| I recall the mountains back home |
| The stony hills where I used to roam |
| Just drifting along so easy and slow |
| Oh, but that was long ago |
| I recall the days of my youth |
| The days before I started seeking the truth |
| My absent thoughts so sweetly did flow |
| Oh, but that was long ago |
| I recall the old steeple bell |
| And that old priest who cursed me to hell |
| That little white church in the valley so low |
| Oh, but that was long ago |
