| Nights are growing very lonely,
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| Days are very long;
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| I’m a-growing weary only
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| List’ning for your song.
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| Old remembrances are thronging
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| Thro' my memory.
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| Till it seems the world is full of dreams
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| Just to call you back to me.
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| Chorus:
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| There’s a long, long trail a-winding
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| Into the land of my dreams,
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| Where the nightingales are singing
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| And a white moon beams:
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| There’s a long, long night of waiting
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| Until my dreams all come true;
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| Till the day when I’ll be going down
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| That long, long trail with you.
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| All night long I hear you calling,
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| Calling sweet and low;
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| Seem to hear your footsteps falling,
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| Ev’ry where I go.
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| Tho' the road between us stretches
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| Many a weary mile.
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| I forget that you’re not with me yet,
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| When I think I see you smile.
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| Chorus:
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| There’s a long, long trail a-winding
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| Into the land of my dreams,
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| Where the nightingales are singing
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| And a white moon beams:
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| There’s a long, long night of waiting
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| Until my dreams all come true;
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| Till the day when I’ll be going down
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| That long, long trail with you. |