| On a summer day you can hear her call,
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| But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall,
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| On a summer day you can hear her call,
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| But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall,
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| Thru the fields an the streams an the lakes an the trees,
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| An the grass an the logs run all my dogs,
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| And I am home again
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| In the autumn air,
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| You can see her smile,
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| But in a funny way she reminds you of a child,
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| In the autumn air,
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| You feel her soul unfold,
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| And in a funny way you feel your own explode,
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| Thru the fields an the streams an the lakes an the trees,
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| An the grass an the logs run all my dogs,
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| And I am home again
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| Ahhhh Ahhhh
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| Ahhhh Ahhhh
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| On a winter day,
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| You can hear her call,
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| But in a funny way when the snow begins to fall
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| On a winter day,
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| You can hear her call,
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| And in a funny way,
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| You love her even more
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| Thru the fields an the streams an the lakes an the trees,
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| An the grass an the logs run all my dogs,
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| And I am home again
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| Thru the fields an the streams an the lakes an the trees,
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| An the grass an the logs run all my dogs,
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| And I am home again
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| On a summer day you can hear her call,
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| But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall,
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| On a summer day you can hear her call,
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| But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall |