| I’m tired of the noise and hurly-burly
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| That fills the city late and early
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| I long to hear the music of the used-to-be
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| That mother nature made for me
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| I want to wander where the skies are blue
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| Where birds are singing all the long day through
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| The music that I love to listen to
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| Down on melody farm
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| The cowbells tinkle in the early morn
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| The bees are buzzin' 'round a field of corn
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| To tell me that another song is born
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| Down on melody farm
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| The lazy river is drifting along
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| While daffodils dance on a hill
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| And while it’s drifting it composes a song
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| To a water lily
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| The morning sings the golden melody
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| The evening brings the moonlight symphony
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| For all the world is wrapped in harmony
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| Down on melody farm
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| I’m gonna pack my bag
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| I’m gonna clear my brain
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| And then I’m gonna buy a one-way ticket
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| On the fastest choo-choo train
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| I’m gonna try to find
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| A little peace of mind
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| I wanna leave the sound of rivets
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| And the horns of taxis way behind
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| I want to run through the fields of the new-mown hay
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| And at the close of day
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| Let me stray
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| Where I hear the organ playing
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| Just a song at twighlight
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| When the lights are low
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| I wanna go
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| I wanna go
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| I wanna be a little country girl in calico
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| The morning sings the golden melody
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| The evening brings the moonlight symphony
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| For all the world is wrapped in harmony
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| Down on melody farm |