| I met a girl down in the hills that gave my lonely heart a thrill
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| Her beauty seemed just like a breath of spring
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| And when I looked into her eyes I thought it blue as a summer skies
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| And when I held her hand in mine I heard the bluebirds sing
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| They sang of wondering wondering if you’ll love her
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| Will she marry marry if you’ll ask her
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| Will her heart be heart be true for him for then and evermore
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| And when she’s lonely lonely is he near her
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| When there’s sadness sadness will her cheer her
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| Will they always always be together until the day they part
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| I courted her for months on end until she promised we would wed
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| We planned on being married in the spring
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| All through the long cold winter months it seemed that spring would never come
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| And every gloomy winter day I heard the bluebirds sing
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| They sang of waiting waiting for the flowers and of counting counting every hour
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| Till the bluebirds till the bluebirds chirps his welcome and tips the world
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| each morn
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| And though we’ve waiting for the sunshine we keep hating hating every storm
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| cloud
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| That has gathered gathered o’er the mountains to keep us for apart
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| And when at last spring touched the earth we were married in the village church
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| Our wedding seems just like a dream come true
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| So many years have come and gone our love is still as true and strong
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| As when I found longer ago till the bluebirds sing
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| They sang of loving loving every hour that I’m married married to my flower
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| We’ll be happy happy ever after as since the day we’ve met
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| And though we’ve older older the love is sweeter we grow fonder fonder to each
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| other
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| We’ll be sweethearts sweethearts close together until the day of time |