| Here I sit a-learnin'
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| Candlelight a-burnin'
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| Castin' flickerin' shadows on the wall
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| Open book before me
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| Tryin' its best to bore me
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| Up in the hills the lonesome coyote’s call
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| Cryin' for his sweetheart
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| Cryin' for the moon
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| Cryin' just for cryin’s sake
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| He’ll have me cryin' soon
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| Wonder if he’s lonely
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| Guess I’m not the only
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| Creature on this earth who’s all alone
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| Spring’s creepin' up the valley
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| And I know my best pal he’s
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| Up there somewhere catching fireflies
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| But my lesson’s ain’t completed and I
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| Just can’t be defeated
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| By the sights and sounds
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| That tease my ears and eyes
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| Outside my window
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| The night is full of sounds
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| Hootin' of a hooting owl
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| Layin' of my hounds
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| But here I sit a-learnin'
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| And grumblin' and gol durnin'
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| Ain’t gonna help these lessons to go by
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| Eight times twelve how many
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| And here’s a guy called Benny
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| Flew a kite into a lightnin' storm
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| Who killed ole cock robin
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| While all the birds were sobbin'
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| Gee that evenin' air smells sweet and warm
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| Who can study silly words
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| When the creek begins to run
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| And the crocus pops up from the ground
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| I challenge anyone
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| Now it’s off to school tomorrow with
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| Apologies and sorrow
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| But I’ve gotta watch the season being born
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| Yes I’ve gotta watch the season being born
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| I’ve gotta watch the season being born |