| Here upon the quiet country village stood the maple on the hill
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| There I sat with my Jeannie of long ago
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| When the stars were shining brightly we could hear the whippoorwill
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| As we sat beneath the maple on the hill
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| We would sing love songs together when the birds had gone to rest
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| And we’d listened to the murmur of the leaves
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| Then you throwed your arms around me laid your head upon my chest
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| As we sat beneath the maple on the hill
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| Now we’re getting old and feeble and our hair is turning grey
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| We no longer hear the rippling of the leaves
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| Still I always love you darling as I did those stary nights
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| When we sat beneath the maple on the hill
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| Don’t forget me little darling as they lay me down to rest
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| Will you keep this final promise that you gave
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| While you linger there in silence thinking only of the past
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| May your teardrops kiss the flowers on my grave
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| Even now i hear the angels coming o’er the hill
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| So goodbye my little darling, yes the time has come to part
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| I must leave you and the maple on the hill |