| Brings me back to a harbortown
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| Where me and my true love once lay
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| We watched the lights go up and the sun go down
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| We let the moon rise where it may
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| There I stood, and the river flowed
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| There she stood, my black-haired Jill
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| The wind addressed her tresses black
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| Her long love letters to the hills
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| Li-del-li, li-del-lee, how the shoreline meets the sea
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| Li-del-li, li-del-lay, how the closing meets the day
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| I’m a poor boy, the night is cold
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| A meager treasure though it be
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| I would turn my restless youth to gold
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| That I might spend it all on thee
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| Which brings me back to a harbortown
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| Where me and my true love once lay
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| We watched the lights go up and the sun go down
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| We let the moon rise where it may
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| Li-del-li, li-del-lee, how the shoreline meets the sea
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| Li-del-li, li-del-lay, how the closing meets the day |